The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.

FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO WINTER
--But hark! the Curfew tolls! and lo! the night
Mounts the black Coursers of the stormy North
Now down the pathway brown
I bend my pensive steps cetera desunt

O tan-faced prairie-boy,
Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift,
Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the recruits,
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give — we but look'd on each other,
When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.

My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
To seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find;
It came unsought);--to wonder that a chief
Among men's spirits should be cold and blind.

My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far far away into the regions dim

Of rapture--as a boat, with swift sails winging
Its way adown some many-winding river,
Speeds through dark forests o'er the waters swinging . . .

To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little ,
Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,
Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty.

He mightbe slow and something feckless first,┬░
Not feck at first, and here no harm,
But earnest, always earnest, there the charm

O where is it, the wilderness,
The wildness of the wilderness?
Where is it, the wilderness?

*****And wander in the wilderness;In the weedy wilderness,Wander in the wilderness.

" Boughs being pruned, birds preened, show more fair;
To grace them spires are shaped with corner squinches;┬░
Enriched posts are chamfer'd; everywhere┬░
He heightens worth who guardedly diminishes;
Diamonds are better cut; who pare, repair;
Is statuary rated by its inches?
Thus we shall profit, while gold coinage still
Is worth and current with a lessen'd mill."┬░

Tomorrow meet you? O not tomorrow.
I would not make the trial.
Fear hindrance and espial
*And after that sad sorrow.
But with a sweet persistency
He dallies yet and yet with me
And will not take denial.* [or Then severance and sorrow.]