• The inundation of the Spring

    Enlarges every soul —

    It sweeps the tenement away

    But leaves the Water whole —


    In which the soul at first estranged —

    Seeks faintly for its shore

    But acclimated — pines no more

    For that Peninsula —

  • The Notice that is called the Spring

    Is but a month from here —

    Put up my Heart thy Hoary work

    And take a Rosy Chair.


    Not any House the Flowers keep —

    The Birds enamor Care —

    Our salary the longest Day

    Is nothing but a Bier.