Nature rarer uses yellow    Than another hue;    Saves she all of that for sunsets, —    Prodigal of blue,     Spending scarlet like a woman,    Yellow she affords    Only scantly and selectly,    Like…

    Pigmy seraphs gone astray,    Velvet people from Vevay,    Belles from some lost summer day,    Bees’ exclusive coterie.    Paris could not lay the fold    Belted down with emerald;    Venice could not show…

    My nosegays are for captives;    Dim, long-expectant eyes,    Fingers denied the plucking,    Patient till paradise,     To such, if they should whisper    Of morning and the moor,    They bear no other…

   Farther in summer than the birds,    Pathetic from the grass,    A minor nation celebrates    Its unobtrusive mass.     No ordinance is seen,    So gradual the grace,    A pensive custom it becomes,    Enlarging…

    My country need not change her gown,    Her triple suit as sweet    As when’t was cut at Lexington,    And first pronounced “a fit.”     Great Britain disapproves “the stars;”    Disparagement…

    Nature, the gentlest mother,    Impatient of no child,    The feeblest or the waywardest, —    Her admonition mild     In forest and the hill    By traveller is heard,    Restraining rampant squirrel    Or too…

    Morns like these we parted;    Noons like these she rose,    Fluttering first, then firmer,    To her fair repose.     Never did she lisp it,    And ‘t was not for me;    She…

 Morning is the place for dew,    Corn is made at noon,    After dinner light for flowers,    Dukes for setting sun!

    Mine by the right of the white election!    Mine by the royal seal!    Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison    Bars cannot conceal!     Mine, here in vision…

Death sets a thing significant    The eye had hurried by,    Except a perished creature    Entreat us tenderly     To ponder little workmanships    In crayon or in wool,    With “This was last…