132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!

477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—

72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.

LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before

137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:

143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—

III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.

Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased