(Aetat Six) Now every night we light the grate And I sit up till _really_ late; My Father sits upon the right, My Mother on the left, and I

I have seen things that charmed th… Faint moonlight on the towers of a… Flattering the soul to dream of ol… The first clear silver on the moun… Where the lone eagle by his chilly…

Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green, I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen. When you hovered in the sunset,

Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword

Rufus Gale speaks—1852 Yes,—in the Lincoln Militia,—in t… Many’s the day I’ve had since the… But those are the years I remembe… When we left the plow in the furro…

This is not June,—by Autumn’s str… Thou hast been ambushed in the chi… Upon thy fragile crest virginal fa… The rime has clustered in a diadem… The early frost

March wind rough Clashed the trees, Flung the snow; Breaking stones, In the cold,

With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal wings

HERE Morris, on the plains that… Think of the death of Akoose, fle… Who, in his prime, a herd of antel… From sunrise, without rest, a hund… Drove through rank prairie, loping…

Where love is life The roses blow, Though winds be rude And cold the snow, The roses climb

Lay him down where the fern is thi… Fain was he for life, here lies he… With the blood washed clean from h… Lay him here in the dell where the… Let the birch-bark torches roar in…

Gather the leaves from the forest And blow them over the world, The wind of winter follows The wind of autumn furled. Only the beech tree cherishes

Crown her with stars, this angel o… Cover her with morning, this thing… Mantle her with midnight till a mo… See her for the garments of the li… How far I wandered, worlds away a…

Come to me when grief is over, When the tired eyes, Seek thy cloudy wings to cover Close their burning skies. Come to me when tears have dwindle…

Those who die on Christmas Day (I heard the triumphant Seraph sa… Will be remembered, for they died Upon the Holy Christmastide; When they attain to Paradise,