Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
Friends are nations in themselves.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!