A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

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

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed