I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

The Vastest Earthly Day Is Shrunken Small By One Defaulting Face Behind A Pall.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

The Past Is Such A Curious Creature To Look Her In The Face A Transport May Receipt Us Or A Disgrace-.

A Color Stands Abroad On Solitary Hills That Silence Cannot Overtake, But Human Nature Feels.