Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not.Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own.Thou…
I travelled the old road every day, I took my fruits to the market,my cattle to the meadows, I ferried…
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.There is none to count thy minutes.Days and nights pass and ages bloom…
I know not from what distant timethou art ever coming nearer to meet me.Thy sun and stars can never keep…
A Murmur in the Trees—to note—Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the…
A loss of something ever felt I—The first that I could recollectBereft I was—of what I knew notToo young that…
A little Road—not made of Man—Enabled of the Eye—Accessible to Thill of Bee—Or Cart of Butterfly—If Town it have—beyond itself—'Tis…
A little bread—a crust—a crumb—A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old Napoleon,The night before…
A first Mute Coming—In the Stranger's House—A first fair Going—When the Bells rejoice—A first Exchange—ofWhat hath mingled—been—For Lot—exhibited toFaith—alone—