Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

9 Through lane it lay’—through bramb… Through clearing and through wood’… Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—