Follow Thou Thy Choice.

And Suns Grow Meek, And The Meek Suns Grow Brief, And The Year Smiles As It Draws Near Its Death.

The Little Wind-flower, Whose Just Opened Eye Is Blue As The Spring Heaven It Gazes At.

[thanatopsis] Was Written In 1817, When Bryant Was 23. Had He Died Then, The World Would Have Thought It Had Lost A Great Poet. But He Lived On.

A Stable, Changeless State, 'twere Cause Indeed To Weep.

Pleasantly, Between The Pelting Showers, The Sunshine Gushes Down.