A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…