AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

To be alive──is Power.

I imagine therefore I belong and am free.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee.

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night