It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.