The Soul In The Body
WHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds,
Her faint reflex Times darkling stream enfolds,
And thou and I, though seeming dwellers here,
Live some where yonder in the starlit sphere?
Insomnia
A HOUSE of sleepersI, alone unblest,
Am yet awake and empty vigil keep.
When these, who spend lifes day with me, find rest,
Oh, let me not be last to fall asleep!
To Imagination
ONE day thou didst desert methen I learned
How looks the world to men that lack thy grace,
And toward the shadowy night sick-hearted turned,
When, lo! the first star brought me back thy face!
