543
I fear a Man of frugal Speech—
I fear a Silent Man—
Haranguer—I can overtake—
Or Babbler—entertain—

His Heart was darker than the sta
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn

194
On this long storm the Rainbow ro
On this late Morn—the Sun—
The clouds—like listless Elephant
Horizons—straggled down—

27
Morns like these’—we parted’—
Noons like these’—she rose’—
Fluttering first’—then firmer
To her fair repose.

302
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done—
Seems Summer’s Recollection
And the Affairs of June

46
I keep my pledge.
I was not called—
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.

839
Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation

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

THE thought beneath so slight a f
Is more distinctly seen,—
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,