Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

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

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

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

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!