From Bolts of Melody, edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and Millicent Todd Bingham, 1945.
*543*
Best things dwell out of sight --
The pearl, the just, our thought;
Most shun the public air
Legitimate and rare;
The capsule of the wind,
The capsule of the mind,
Exhibit here as doth a burr;
Germ's germ be where?
*562*
Air has no residence, no neighbor,
No ear, no door,
No apprehension of another -
Oh happy air!
Ethereal guest at e'en an outcast's pillow,
Essential host in life's faint wailing inn,
Later than light thy consciousness accost me
Till it depart, convoying mine.
*634*
Society for me my misery
since gift of thee.
*656*
Least rivers
Docile to some sea --
My Captain, thee.
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