Experiment to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel? The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me.

To wander now is my abode; To rest,—to rest would be A privilege of hurricane To memory and me.

Forbidden fruit a flavor hasThat lawful orchards mocks ;How luscious lies the pea withinThe pod that Duty locks !

Few get enough, ― enough is one ;To that ethereal throngHave not each one of us the rightTo stealthily belong ?

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

Longing is like the seed That wrestles in the ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The hour and the zone Each circumstance unknown, What constancy must be achieved Before it see the sun!

A charm invests a faceImperfectly beheld,—The lady dare not lift her veilFor fear it be dispelled.But peers beyond her mesh,And wishes, and denies,—Lest interview annul a wantThat image satisfies.

I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descend Among the cunning cells, And touch the pantomime himself. How cool the bellows feels!

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, ’T is that I cannot say; I only sigh,—no vehicle Bears me along that way.