393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

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

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.