How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—