90
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

282
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st
Until a sudden sky
Reveals the fact that One is rapt
Forever from the Eye—

50
I haven’t told my garden yet—
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven’t quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee—

882
A Shade upon the mind there passe
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering

363
I went to thank Her—
But She Slept—
Her Bed—a funneled Stone—
With Nosegays at the Head and Fo

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the wor
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;

900
What did They do since I saw The
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness

477
No Man can compass a Despair—
As round a Goalless Road
No faster than a Mile at once
The Traveller proceed—

110
Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!

PAIN has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,