174
At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!
Past Midnight! Past the Morning

976
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
“Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit
I have another Trust”—

158
Dying! Dying in the night!
Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

5
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing—
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears—

91
So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty—so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find—

129
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree

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

I MEANT to have but modest need
Such as content, and heaven;
Within my income these could lie,
And life and I keep even.
But since the last included both,

We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,

887
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer—
Till it an Antique fashion shows—
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.