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

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly