48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—