595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

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

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad