I watcher her face to see which way
I watcher her face to see which way She took the awful news Whether she died before she heard Or in protracted bruise Remained a few slow years with us Each heavier than the
Oh Shadow on the Grass
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart Oh Shadow on the Grass While I delay to guess Some other thou wilt
The inundation of the Spring
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole In which the soul at first estranged Seeks faintly for its shore But acclimated pines no
My nosegays are for Captives
My nosegays are for Captives Dim expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till Paradise. To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no
It would never be Common more I said
It would never be Common more I said Difference had begun Many a bitterness had been But that old sort was done Or if it sometime showed as ’twill Upon the Downiest Morn Such
That is solemn we have ended
That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday Or a leaving Home, or later, Parting with a World We have understood for
Bring me the sunset in a cup
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the
My Triumph lasted till the Drums
My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole along To where the finished Faces Conclusion turned on me And then I hated
A feather from the Whippoorwill
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting sings! Whose galleries are Sunrise Whose Opera the Springs Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin Of mellow murmuring thread Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt In “Recess”
The Soul's distinct connection
The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity As Lightning on a Landscape Exhibits Sheets of Place Not yet suspected but for Flash And Click and Suddenness.
We like March
We like March. His Shoes are Purple He is new and high Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler. Makes he Forests dry. Knows the Adder Tongue his coming And presents her Spot Stands
My Worthiness is all my Doubt
My Worthiness is all my Doubt His Merit all my fear Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier appear Lest I should insufficient prove For His beloved Need The Chiefest Apprehension Upon my thronging Mind
The Dandelion's pallid tube
The Dandelion’s pallid tube Astonishes the Grass, And Winter instantly becomes An infinite Alas The tube uplifts a signal Bud And then a shouting Flower, The Proclamation of the Suns That sepulture is o’er.
Sang from the Heart, Sire
Sang from the Heart, Sire, Dipped my Beak in it, If the Tune drip too much Have a tint too Red Pardon the Cochineal Suffer the Vermillion Death is the Wealth Of the Poorest
Patience has a quiet Outer
Patience has a quiet Outer Patience Look within Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites between ‘Scaping one against the other Fruitlesser to fling Patience is the Smile’s exertion Through the quivering