I should have been too glad, I see,    Too lifted for the scant degree    Of life’s penurious round;    My little circuit would have shamed    This new circumference, have blamed    The…

    Delayed till she had ceased to know,    Delayed till in its vest of snow         Her loving bosom lay.    An hour behind the fleeting breath,    Later by just an…

    To venerate the simple days    Which lead the seasons by,    Needs but to remember    That from you or me    They may take the trifle    Termed mortality!     To invest existence with…

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

    Dear March, come in!    How glad I am!    I looked for you before.    Put down your hat —    You must have walked —    How out of breath you are!    Dear March,…

    To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, —    One clover, and a bee,    And revery.    The revery alone will do    If bees are few.

    To lose thee, sweeter than to gain    All other hearts I knew.    ‘T is true the drought is destitute,    But then I had the dew!     The Caspian has…

    To learn the transport by the pain,    As blind men learn the sun;    To die of thirst, suspecting    That brooks in meadows run;     To stay the homesick, homesick…

    To know just how he suffered would be dear;    To know if any human eyes were near    To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,    Until it settled…

    To help our bleaker parts    Salubrious hours are given,    Which if they do not fit for earth    Drill silently for heaven.