Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,