flash and started endless train of all! compared indeed to that! What wretched shred e’en at the best of all!)
An Evening Lull
After a week of physical anguish, Unrest and pain, and feverish heat, Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on, Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain.
Old Age’s Lambent Peaks
The touch of flame—the illuminating fire—the loftiest look at last, O’er city, passion, sea—o’er prairie, mountain, wood—the earth itself; The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight, Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences; The calmer sight—the golden setting, clear and broad: So much i’ the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence we scan, Bro’t out by them alone—so much (perhaps the best) unreck’d before; The lights indeed from them—old age’s lambent peaks.