326
I cannot dance upon my Toes’—
No Man instructed me’—
But oftentimes, among my mind,
A Glee possesseth me,

No rack can torture me,
My soul’s at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw,

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew

THE LARGEST fire ever known
Occurs each afternoon,
Discovered is without surprise,
Proceeds without concern:
Consumes, and no report to men,

163
Tho’ my destiny be Fustian—
Hers be damask fine—
Tho’ she wear a silver apron—
I, a less divine—

597
It always felt to me’—a wrong
To that Old Moses’—done’—
To let him see’—the Canaan’—
Without the entering’—

529
I’m sorry for the Dead’—Today’—
It’s such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences’—
It’s time o’ year for Hay.

377
To lose one’s faith—surpass
The loss of an Estate—
Because Estates can be
Replenished—faith cannot—

189
It’s such a little thing to weep—
So short a thing to sigh—
And yet—by Trades—the size of the
We men and women die!

715
The World—feels Dusty
When We stop to Die—
We want the Dew—then—
Honors—taste dry—