• Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her —

    Some Disease had vext

    'Twas with Text and Village Singing

    I beheld Her next


    And a Company — our pleasure

    To discourse alone —

    Gracious now to me as any —

    Gracious unto none —


    Borne without dissent of Either

    To the...

  • Through lane it lay — through bramble —

    Through clearing and through wood —

    Banditti often passed us

    Upon the lonely road.


    The wolf came peering curious —

    The owl looked puzzled down —

    The serpent's satin figure

    Glid stealthily along —


    The tempests touched our garments...

  • Through the Dark Sod — as Education —

    The Lily passes sure —

    Feels her white foot — no trepidation —

    Her faith — no fear —


    Afterward — in the Meadow —

    Swinging her Beryl Bell —

    The Mold-life — all forgotten — now —

    In Ecstasy — and Dell —

  • Through the strait pass of suffering —

    The Martyrs — even — trod.

    Their feet — upon Temptations —

    Their faces — upon God —


    A stately — shriven — Company —

    Convulsion — playing round —

    Harmless — as streaks of Meteor —

    Upon a Planet's Bond —


    Their faith — the...

  • Through those old Grounds of memory,

    The sauntering alone

    Is a divine intemperance

    A prudent man would shun.

    Of liquors that are vended

    'Tis easy to beware

    But statutes do not meddle

    With the internal bar.

    Pernicious as the sunset

    Permitting to pursue

    But...

  • Through what transports of Patience

    I reached the stolid Bliss

    To breathe my Blank without thee

    Attest me this and this —

    By that bleak exultation

    I won as near as this

    Thy privilege of dying

    Abbreviate me this —

  • Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,

    Then, I am ready to go!

    Just a look at the Horses —

    Rapid! That will do!


    Put me in on the firmest side —

    So I shall never fall —

    For we must ride to the Judgment —

    And it's partly, down Hill —


    But never I mind the steeper —
    ...

  • Till Death — is narrow Loving —

    The scantest Heart extant

    Will hold you till your privilege

    Of Finiteness — be spent —


    But He whose loss procures you

    Such Destitution that

    Your Life too abject for itself

    Thenceforward imitate —


    Until — Resemblance perfect —
    ...