Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone

482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—

656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—

638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—

Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life