• I had a daily Bliss

    I half indifferent viewed

    Till sudden I perceived it stir —

    It grew as I pursued


    Till when around a Height

    It wasted from my sight

    Increased beyond my utmost scope

    I learned to estimate.

  • Portraits are to daily faces

    As an Evening West,

    To a fine, pedantic sunshine —

    In a satin Vest!