To a Butterfly. I 've watched you now a full half-hour.
Often have I sighed to measure
By myself a lonely pleasure,—
Sighed to think I read a book,
Only read, perhaps, by me.
To the Small Celandine.
As high as we have mounted in delight,
In our dejection do we sink as low.
Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4.
But how can he expect that others should