Page:Poems, Household Edition, Emerson, 1904.djvu/438

Day by day for her darlings to her much she added more, 341.
Day by day returns, 392.
Day! hast thou two faces, 232.
Dear brother, would you know the life, 391.
Dearest, where thy shadow falls, 301.
Deep in the man sits fast his fate, 197.

Each spot where tulips prank their state, 301.
Each the herald is who wrote, 80.
Easy to match what others do, 351.
Ere he was born, the stars of fate, 294.
Ever the Poet from the land, 292.
Ever the Rock of Ages melts, 355.
Every day brings a ship, 217.
Every thought is public, 291.

Fall, stream, from Heaven to bless; return as well, 376.
Farewell, ye lofty spires, 258.
Flow, flow the waves hated, 287.
For art, for music over-thrilled, 330.
For every God, 330.
For Fancy's gift, 328.
For Genius made his cabin wide, 331.
For joy and beauty planted it, 340.
For Nature, true and like in every place, 338.
For thought, and not praise, 328.
For what need I of book or priest, 333.
Forbore the ant-hill, shunned to tread, 332.
Freedom all winged expands, 206.
Friends to me are frozen wine, 352.
From fall to spring, the russet acorn, 136.
From high to higher forces, 349.
From the stores of eldest matter, 356.
From thy worth and weight the stars gravitate, 303.

Gifts of one who loved me, 283.
Give all to love, 90.
Give me truths, 139.
Give to barrows, trays and pans, 277.
Go if thou wilt, ambrosial flower, 355.
Go speed the stars of Thought, 283.
Go thou to thy learned task, 292.
Gold and iron are good, 271.
Good-bye, proud world! I 'm going home, 3.
Grace, Beauty and Caprice, 276.
Gravely it broods apart on joy, 375.

Hark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, 303.
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? 83.
Have ye seen the caterpillar, 374.
He could condense cerulean ether, 332.
He lives not who can refuse me, 347.
He planted where the deluge ploughed, 332.
He took the color of his vest, 292.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, 302.
He who has no hands, 291.
Hear what British Merlin sung, 218.
Henceforth, please God, forever I forego, 394.
Her passions the shy violet, 296.
Her planted eye to-day controls, 294.
High was her heart, and yet was well inclined, 291.
Him strong Genius urged to roam, 354.
His instant thought a poet spoke, 334.
His tongue was framed to music, 284.
Hold of the Maker, not the Made, 331.
How much, preventing God, how much I owe, 359.