A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

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

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!