The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.

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—

I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…

XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…

XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,

922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—

Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology

818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.