By homely gift and hindered Words
The human heart is told
Of Nothing -
‘Nothing’ is the force
That renovates the World -

828
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried—few—express Reports
When March is scarcely on—

871
The Sun and Moon must make their
The Stars express around
For in the Zones of Paradise
The Lord alone is burned—

311
It sifts from Leaden Sieves—
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road—

The day came slow, till five o’clo
Then sprang before the hills,
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
The purple could not keep the east

I FOUND the phrase to every tho
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,—as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
To races nurtured in the dark;—

28
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today—
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away—

667
Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’—
Blameless of a Name’—
Efflorescence of a Sunset’—
Reproduced’—the same’—

941
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals—
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize

17
Baffled for just a day or two—
Embarrassed—not afraid—
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.