I.
a Horse-shoe nailed, for luck, upon a mast;
That mast, wave-bleached, upon the shore was cast!
I saw, and thence no fetich I revered,
But safe, through tempest, to my haven steered.

II.
The place with rose and myrtle was o’ergrown,
Yet Fear and Sorrow held it for their own.
A garden then I sowed without one fear,—
Sowed...