103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

487 You love the Lord’—you cannot see… You write Him’—every day’— A little note’—when you awake’— And further in the Day.

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…

Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships