XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,

Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased

82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,

A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!

LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.