Twohundredfortyone

Before my drift-wood fire I sit,    And see, with every waif I burn, ...


Twohundredforty

Supper comes at five o’clock, At six, the evening star, My lover...


Twohundredthirtynine

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen...


Twohundredthirtyeight

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black....