1. And thus the heart will break

    They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn:
    The tree will wither long before it fall:
    The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;
    The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall
    In massy hoariness; the ruined wall
    Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone;
    The bars survive the captive they enthral;
    The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
    And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

    1. ​Scenery​
    2. ​A little act of hope​
  2. Words which are things

    I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
    I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
    To its idolatries a patient knee,—
    Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
    In worship of an echo; in the crowd
    They could not deem me one of such; I stood
    Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
    Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
    Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.

    I have not loved the world, nor the world me,—
    But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
    Though I have found them not, that there may be
    Words which are things,—hopes which will not deceive,
    And virtues which are merciful, nor weave
    Snares for the falling: I would also deem
    O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;
    That two, or one, are almost what they seem,—
    That goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

  3. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

    There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
    There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
    There is society where none intrudes,
    By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
    I love not Man the less, but Nature more.