• The bubble
    why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I.
      But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round,
      Nor loss, nor gain, nor change in me is found,—
    A life—complete in death—complete to die.

    BECALMED
    THE BAR is crossed; but Death—the pilot—stands
      In seeming doubt before the tranquil deep;
    The fathom-line still trembling...