The Vastest Earthly Day Is

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.

My River Runs To Thee: Blue Sea, Wilt Welcome Me? My River Waits Reply. Oh Sea, Look Graciously! I ’ll Fetch Thee Brooks From Spotted Nooks,— Say, Sea, Take Me!

I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet-/yet Confident They Run.

Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The World.

You Ask Of My Companions. Hills, Sir, And The Sundown, And A Dog As Large As Myself.