879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

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

I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

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,

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—