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…

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—