Four straight brick walls, severely plain,
  A quiet city square surround;
A level space of nameless graves,—
  The Quakers’ burial-ground.

In gown of gray, or coat of drab,
  They trod the common ways of life,
With passions held in sternest...

Thee finds me in the garden, Hannah,—come in! ’T is kind of thee
To wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.
The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed,
But blessed is the single heart that comes to us at need.

Come, sit thee down!...

I.
i Dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
  Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
And gentle odors led my steps astray,
  Mixt with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
  Under a copse, and hardly dared to...

O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
...

Can freckled Auguest,—drowsing warm and blonde
  Beside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,
In her hot hair the oxeyed daisies wound,—
  O bird of rain, lend aught but sleepy heed
  To thee? when no plumed weed, no feather’d seed
Blows by her; and no...

The Day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
  And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,...