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• O Trade, O Trade! Would thou wert dead!
  The time needs heart — 'tis tired of head.
  • "The Symphony" (1875).

• And yet shall Love himself be heard,
  Though long deferred, though long deferred:
  O'er the modern waste a dove hath whirred:
  Music is Love in search of a word.
  • "The Symphony" (1875).

• Virginal shy lights,
  Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
  When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
  Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
  Of the heavenly woods and glades,
  That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
  The wide sea-marshes of Glynn.
  • "The Marshes of Glynn" (1878).

• The sun is a-wait at the ponderous gate of the West.
  • "The Marshes of Glynn" (1878).

• Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free
  Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
  Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
  Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won
  God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
  And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
  • "The Marshes of Glynn" (1878).

• The incalculable Up-and-Down of Time.
  • "Clover", reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).