I Stepped From Plank To Plank A

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

I Lost A World The Other Day. Has Anybody Found? You'll Know It By The Rows Of Stars Around It's Forehead Bound. A Rich Man Might Not Notice It; Yet To My Frugal Eye Of More Esteem Than Ducats. Oh! Find It, Sir, For Me!

I Can Wade Grief -- Whole Pools Of It -- I'm Used To That -- But The Least Push Of Joy Breaks Up My Feet -- And I Tip -- Drunken -- Let No Pebble -- Smile -- 'twas The New Liquor -- That Was All!

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?