The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect