Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd I am He that Aches with Love ONative Moments. Once I Pass'd through a Populous City As Adam Early in the Morning CALAMUS. in Paths Untrodden Scented Herbage of My Breast Whoever You are Holding Me Now in Ho! These I Singing in Spring Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. Recorders Ages Hence When I Heard at the Close of the Day. |