The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

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

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—