57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!