My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—