r862 192 9 565 One Anguish in a CrowdA Mmor thing it soundsAnd yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds 'Tis Terror as consummate As Legions of Alarm Did leap, full Banked, upon the Host'Tis Umts-make the SwarmA Small Leech on the Vitals The sliver, in the LungThe Bung out of an ArteryAre scarce accounted HarmsYet mightyby relation To that Repealless thingA Being-impotent to endWhen once it has begunC. x862. 1945 566 A Dying Tiger moaned for DrinkI hunted all the SandI caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand[275 ] C. 1862 C. l862 HIS Mighty Balls in death were thick But searching I could see A Vision on the Retma Of Water and of me'Twas not my blame who sped too slow'Twas not his blame who died While I was reachmg him But 'twas the fact that He was dead567 He gave away his Life To Us-Gigantic SumA tnBe in his own esteemBut magnified by FameUntil

T IS Ours to wince and weepAnd wonder and decay By Blossoms gradual processHe chose MaturityAnd quickening as we sowedJust obviated BudAnd when We turned to note the GrowthBroke perfect from the Pod568 We learned the Whole of LoveThe Alphabet-the WordsA Chapter-then the mighty BookThen Revelation closed[276 ] 1945 1935 C. 1862. C. 1862. But In Each Other's eyes An Ignorance beheldDiviner than the Childhood'sAnd each to each, a Child Attempted to expound What Neither understoodAlas, that Wisdom is so largeAnd Truth so manifold' 569 I reckon when I count at allFirst Poets Then the SunThen Summer Then the Heaven of GodAnd then the List is doneBut, looking back the First so seems To Comprehend the WholeThe Others look a needless ShowSo I write Poets AllTheir Summer -lasts a Solid YearThey can afford a Sun The East would deem extravagan

Tis a trifling knowledgeNews-Boys salute the DoorCarts joggle by[277 ] 1945 C. 1862 C. z862 Morning's bold face stares in the windowWere but mine the Charter of the least FlyHouses hunch the House With their Brick ShouldersCoals from a Rolling Load rattle how near To the very Square His foot is passingPossibly, this momentWhile I dream Here57 1 Must be a WoeA loss or 50To bend the eye Best Beauty's wayBut once aslant It notes Delight As dIfficult As Stalactite A Common Bliss Were had for lessThe price is Even as the GraceOur lord thought no Extravagance To pay-a Cross572 Delightbecomes pictorialWhen viewed through PainMore fair because impossible That any gainThe Mountain-at a given distanceIn Amber -lies1935 1935 C. 1862 C. 1862 Approached the Amber Hits a lIttleAnd That's-the Skies573 The Te

Request574 My first well Day since many illI asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands, And see the things in PodA'blossom just when I went in To take my Chance with painUncertain if myself, or He, Should prove the strongest One. The Summer deepened. while we stroveShe put some flowers awayAnd Redder cheeked Ones in their steadA fond-illusive wayTo cheat Herself, it seemed she triedAs if before a child [ 2791 1935 C. 1862 To fade Tomorrow Rainbows held The Sepulchre, could hide She dealt a fashIon to the NutShe tied the Hoods to SeedsShe dropped bright scraps of T mt, aboutAnd left Brazilian Threads On every shoulder that she metThen both her Hands of Haze Put up to hIde her parting Grace From our unfitted eyes My loss, b