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,

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

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

Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…