- To A Wild Violet, In March
My pretty flower,
How cam'st thou here?
Around thee all
Is sad and sere,-...
- To A Lady Who Had Been Singing
The spirit-harp within the breast
A spirit's touch alone can know,-
Yet thine the power to wake its rest,
And bid its echoing numbers flow....
- Thoughts At Sea
Here is the boundless ocean,-there the sky,
O'er-arching broad and blue-
Telling of God and heaven-how deep, how high,
How glorious and true!...
- The Two Windmills
Two neighbors, living on a hill,
Had each-and side by side-a mill.
The one was Jones,-a thrifty wight-
Whose mill in every wind went right....
- The Two Shades
Along that gloomy river's brim,
Where Charon plies the ceaseless oar,
Two mighty Shadows, dusk and dim,
Stood lingering on the dismal shore....