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• Alone I walked on the ocean strand,
  A pearly shell was in my hand;
  I stooped, and wrote upon the sand
  My name, the year, the day.
  As onward from the sport I passed,
  One lingering look behind I cast,
  A wave came rolling high and fast,
  And washed my lines away.
  • "A Name In the Sand"

• Wisdom, Power and Goodness meet
  In the bounteous field of wheat.
  • "The Wheatfield"

• Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!
  Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!
  For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,
  At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.
  • "The Rose-Bud of Autumn" in The Youth's Coronal (published 1850).

• I am feeble, pale and weary,
  And my wings are nearly furled;
  I have caused a scene so dreary,
  I am glad to quit the world!
  With bitterness I'm thinking
  On the evil I have done,
  And to my caverns sinking
  From the coming of the sun.
  • "The Dying Storm" in Poems (published 1835), p. 59.

The Frost

• The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,
  And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;
  So through the valley and over the height
  In silence I'll take my way."
  • Cited by Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable