I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

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…

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—