There came a Day at Summer’s full, Entirely for me I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections be The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no

Dust is the only Secret Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.” Nobody know “his Father” Never was a Boy Hadn’t any playmates, Or “Early history” Industrious!

Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook

Perhaps I asked too large I take no less than skies For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town My Basked holds just Firmaments Those dangle easy on my arm, But smaller

It sounded as if the Streets were running And then the Streets stood still Eclipse was all we could see at the Window And Awe was all we could feel. By and by the

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake

Like Men and Women Shadows walk Upon the Hills Today With here and there a mighty Bow Or trailing Courtesy To Neighbors doubtless of their own Not quickened to perceive Minuter landscape as Ourselves

These are the days when Birds come back A very few a Bird or two To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old old sophistries of June A

A single Screw of Flesh Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil Once witnessed of the Gauze Its name is put away As far

Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and Cochineal After the Day! “Departed” both they say! I. e. gathered away, Not found,

Through the strait pass of suffering The Martyrs even trod. Their feet upon Temptations Their faces upon God A stately shriven Company Convulsion playing round Harmless as streaks of Meteor Upon a Planet’s Bond

They put Us far apart As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula We signified “These see” They took away our Eyes They thwarted Us with Guns “I see Thee” each responded straight Through

Her final Summer was it And yet We guessed it not If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought A further force of life Developed from within When Death lit all the shortness up It

Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed That when the snow creeps slowly From off his chamber door

A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun Its Toils to Brindled People thrust Its Triumphs to the Bin Accosted by a timid Bird Irresolute of Alms Is often seen but seldom

The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see Tomorrow and Today Perchance Eternity The Only One I meet Is God The Only Street Existence This traversed

My Cocoon tightens Colors tease I’m feeling for the Air A dim capacity for Wings Demeans the Dress I wear A power of Butterfly must be The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty implies

As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect If when the sun reveal, The Garden keep the Gash If as the Days resume The wilted countenance

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily When at my very Door are those

My Heart ran so to thee It would not wait for me And I affronted grew And drew away For whatsoe’er my pace He first achieve they Face How general a Grace Allotted two

This is the place they hoped before, Where I am hoping now. The seed of disappointment grew Within a capsule gay, Too distant to arrest the feet That walk this plank of balm Before

I never felt at Home Below And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home I know I don’t like Paradise Because it’s Sunday all the time And Recess never comes And

Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due The Frogs got Home last Week Are settled, and at work Birds, mostly back The Clover warm and thick

As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread As brooks in deserts babble sweet On ear too far for the delight, Heaven beguiles the tired. As

It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date Had Love as punctual been Delight had aggrandized

The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse November hung his Granite

Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages pause for you Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiment Day drops you her Red Adieu! Still Clad in your Mail of ices Thigh of Granite and thew of

Nature and God I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity. Yet Neither told that I could learn My Secret as secure As Herschel’s private interest

Brother of Ingots Ah Peru Empty the Hearts that purchased you Sister of Ophir Ah, Peru Subtle the Sum That purchase you Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.

Some things that fly there be Birds Hours the Bumblebee Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be Grief Hills Eternity Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I

I can’t tell you but you feel it Nor can you tell me Saints, with ravished slate and pencil Solve our April Day! Sweeter than a vanished frolic From a vanished green! Swifter than

A Weight with Needles on the pounds To push, and pierce, besides That if the Flesh resist the Heft The puncture coolly tries That not a pore be overlooked Of all this Compound Frame

A Tongue to tell Him I am true! Its fee to be of Gold Had Nature in Her monstrous House A single Ragged Child To earn a Mine would run That Interdicted Way, And

There is an arid Pleasure As different from Joy As Frost is different from Dew Like element are they Yet one rejoices Flowers And one the Flowers abhor The finest Honey curdled Is worthless

No matter now Sweet But when I’m Earl Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word just Trivial a Smile But won’t you wish you’d spared one When I’m Earl?

No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection does Circumference be full The long restricted Grave Assert her Vital Privilege The Dust connect and live On Atoms features place

This Me that walks and works must die, Some fair or stormy Day, Adversity if it may be Or wild prosperity The Rumor’s Gate was shut so tight Before my mind was born Not

A stagnant pleasure like a Pool That lets its Rushes grow Until they heedless tumble in And make the Water slow Impeding navigation bright Of Shadows going down Yet even this shall rouse itself

Sweet Mountains Ye tell Me no lie Never deny Me Never fly Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me when I fail or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain Their far slow

I showed her Heights she never saw “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said “Not so” “With me ” I said With me? I showed her Secrets Morning’s Nest The Rope the Nights were put

A Shade upon the mind there passes As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering That some there be too numb to notice Oh God Why give if Thou must take

The nearest Dream recedes unrealized The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee before the School Boy, Invites the Race Stoops to an easy Clover Dips evades teases deploys Then to the Royal Clouds

Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays. ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust Ruin

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man

The Truth is stirless Other force may be presumed to move This then is best for confidence When oldest Cedars swerve And Oaks untwist their fists And Mountains feeble lean How excellent a Body,

The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits

I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow” I’d do this way And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend supercilious With

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets Crows and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher.

It was a quiet way He asked if I was his I made no answer of the Tongue But answer of the Eyes And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady my soul: