• The Bubbling brook doth leap when I come by,
    Because my feet find measure with its call;
    The birds know when the friend they love is nigh,
    For I am known to them, both great and small.
    The flower that on the lonely hillside grows
    Expects me there when spring its bloom has given;
    And many a tree and bush my wanderings knows,
    And e’en the...

  • Lain in Nature — so suffice us

    The enchantless Pod

    When we advertise existence

    For the missing Seed —


    Maddest Heart that God created

    Cannot move a sod

    Pasted by the simple summer

    On the Longed for Dead

  • Nature affects to be sedate

    Upon occasion, grand

    But let our observation shut

    Her practices extend


    To Necromancy and the Trades

    Remote to understand

    Behold our spacious Citizen

    Unto a Juggler turned —

  • Nature and God — I neither knew

    Yet Both so well knew me

    They startled, like Executors

    Of My identity.


    Yet Neither told — that I could learn —

    My Secret as secure

    As Herschel's private interest

    Or Mercury's affair —

  • Nature assigns the Sun —

    That — is Astronomy —

    Nature cannot enact a Friend —

    That — is Astrology.

  • Nature can do no more

    She has fulfilled her Dyes

    Whatever Flower fail to come

    Of other Summer days

    Her crescent reimburse

    If other Summers be

    Nature's imposing negative

    Nulls opportunity —

  • Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —

    Sometimes — scalps a Tree —

    Her Green People recollect it

    When they do not die —


    Fainter Leaves — to Further Seasons —

    Dumbly testify —

    We — who have the Souls —

    Die oftener — Not so vitally —

  •    WHAT is good-nature? Gen'rous Richmond, tell;

    He can declare it best, who best can feel.

    Is it a foolish weakness in the breast,

    As some who know, or have it not, contest?

    Or is it rather not the mighty whole,

    Full composition of a virtuous soul?

    Is it not virtue's self? A flower so fine,...

  • Of Nature I shall have enough

    When I have entered these

    Entitled to a Bumble bee's

    Familiarities.

  • These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —

    Her invitation broad

    To Whosoever famishing

    To taste her mystic Bread —


    These are the rites of Nature's House —

    The Hospitality

    That opens with an equal width

    To Beggar and to Bee


    For Sureties of her staunch Estate

    Her...