491
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood

662
Embarrassment of one another
And God
Is Revelation’s limit,
Aloud

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

414
’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel
Until the Agony

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;—

714
Rest at Night
The Sun from shining,
Nature—and some Men—
Rest at Noon—some Men—

400
A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true!
Its fee’—to be of Gold’—
Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou
A single Ragged Child’—

250
I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes—
Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

THE brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
’T were easier for you
To put the water back

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad