825
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me—
With them would Harbor be—

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person
I would not be -
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie -
Truth is good Health - and Safet

205
I should not dare to leave my frie
Because—because if he should die
While I was gone—and I—too late—
Should reach the Heart that wante

920
We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin
’Tis mostly—following—

344
’Twas the old’—road’—through pain’
That unfrequented’—one’—
With many a turn’—and thorn’—
That stops’—at Heaven’—

557
She hideth Her the last—
And is the first, to rise—
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes—

WHETHER my bark went down at se
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails;
By what mystic mooring

474
They put Us far apart—
As separate as Sea
And Her unsown Peninsula—
We signified “These see”—

314
Nature’—sometimes sears a Sapling
Sometimes’—scalps a Tree’—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die’—

The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.
The low grass loaded with the dew,