If thy darling favor thee
Both worlds thou mayest defy
Let fortune stand thy friend
Armies encamp against thee in vain

My tongue is prone to lose the way,
Not so my pen, for in a letter
We have not better things to say,
But surely put them better.

The Sun is the sole inconsumable fire
And God is the sole inexhaustible Giver.

Good-Bye

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home:
Thou art not my friend, & I'm not thine.
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam;
But now, proud world! I'm going home...

The Sun is the sole inconsumable fire
And God is the sole inexhaustible Giver.

The House

...She lays her beams in music,
In music every ore,
To the candence of the whirling world
Which dances round the sun-
That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
But for the love of happy souls
Out live the newest stars.