Give little Anguish —

Lives will fret —

Give Avalanches —

And they'll slant —

Straighten — look cautious for their Breath —

But make no syllable — like Death —

Who only shows the Marble Disc —

...

Poet:

One Anguish — in a Crowd —

A Minor thing — it sounds —

And yet, unto the single Doe

Attempted of the Hounds


'Tis Terror as consummate

As Legions of Alarm

Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host —...

Poet:

One Joy of so much anguish

Sweet nature has for me

I shun it as I do Despair

Or dear iniquity —

Why Birds, a Summer morning

Before the Quick of Day

Should stab my ravished spirit

With Dirks of...

Poet: