655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate