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Speak low—tread softly through these halls;
Here genius lives enshrined,—
Here reign, in silent majesty, …

Anne Lynch Botta
Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —

Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —
Three times — He would not go —
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan …

Emily Dickinson
Through lane it lay — through bramble —

Through lane it lay — through bramble —
Through clearing and through wood —
Banditti often passed us …

Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sod — as Education —

Through the Dark Sod — as Education —
The Lily passes sure —
Feels her white foot — no trepidation — …

Emily Dickinson
Through the strait pass of suffering —

Through the strait pass of suffering —
The Martyrs — even — trod.
Their feet — upon Temptations — …

Emily Dickinson
Through those old Grounds of memory,

Through those old Grounds of memory,
The sauntering alone
Is a divine intemperance …
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses — …

Emily Dickinson
Till Death — is narrow Loving —

Till Death — is narrow Loving —
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege …

Emily Dickinson
Time's river in its rushing current

Time's river in its rushing current
Sweeps all the human deeds away,
And fills an abyss of oblivion …
Time's wily Chargers will not wait

Time's wily Chargers will not wait
At any Gate but Woe's —
But there — so gloat to hesitate …
'Tis the cuckoo

" 'Tis the cuckoo—
Listen well !
How much soever gods ye be."[1]

William George Aston
Title divine — is mine!

Title divine — is mine!
The Wife — without the Sign!
Acute Degree — conferred on me — …

Emily Dickinson
To ---- (Botta)

Within these leafless trees,
That bare against the sky,
Their naked branches rear; …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- II (Botta)

I do not ask if an illustrious name
Has shed upon thy birth its purple glow;
Nor do I ask what titles thou canst claim, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- III (Botta)

Give me but the energy,
That guides thy dauntless will;
Give me but thy ardent hope, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- IV (Botta)

This life is to thee like a region enchanted,
O'er which thy rich fancy its rose-color throws;
The hours as they pass thee with visions are haunted, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- V (Botta)

In the noble army of Reform
Thou art a pioneer;
And bravely wields thy good right arm, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- VI (Botta)

The brilliant west is glowing,
With sunset's farewell ray;
The silver waves are flowing, …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- VII (Botta)

Upon the sea of life,
Outspread thy spirit's sails; --
Go in thy genius forth, and breast …

Anne Lynch Botta
To ---- X (Botta)

Like the river's current rapid;
Like the lightning's flash intense;
Was the rushing, fiery torrent …

Anne Lynch Botta