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

269
Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

969
He who in Himself believes—
Fraud cannot presume—
Faith is Constancy’s Result—
And assumes—from Home—

589
The Night was wide, and furnished
With but a single Star—
That often as a Cloud it met—
Blew out itself—for fear—

EACH life converges to some cent
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma

854
Banish Air from Air—
Divide Light if you dare—
They’ll meet
While Cubes in a Drop

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

Those fair—fictitious People—
The Women—plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime—
The Men of Ivory—
Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

661
Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No one visit me

I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,