There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

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,

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

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

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—