76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,