"To hang our head – ostensibly – And hide our Eyes – and weep – Is but a Ruse – to make our Pain The more acute – and deep –"

"The Heart asks Pleasure – first – And then – Excuse from Pain – And then – the little Toil of Love – And then – an eager Vain –"

"The Farthest Thunder that I heard Was that which broke the Cloud – And gave the Summer to the World – But kept the Light behind –"

"Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –"

"I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl – Life's little duties, now, as then –"