Such is the Force of Happiness
Such is the Force of Happiness The Least can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus Who Misery sustain No Sinew can afford The Cargo of Themselves Too infinite for Consciousness’ Slow capabilities.
It might be lonelier
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness I’m so accustomed to my Fate Perhaps the Other Peace Would interrupt the Dark And crowd the little Room Too scant by Cubits to contain The Sacrament
I keep my pledge
I keep my pledge. I was not called Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight again, By every sainted Bee By Daisy called from hillside By Bobolink from lane. Blossom
I thought that nature was enough
I thought that nature was enough Till Human nature came But that the other did absorb As Parallax a Flame Of Human nature just aware There added the Divine Brief struggle for capacity The
The Sun kept stooping stooping low!
The Sun kept stooping stooping low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose! Deeper and deeper grew the stain Upon the window pane Thicker and
Is Bliss then, such Abyss
Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot Than save my Boot For yet to buy another Pair Is
Endanger it, and the Demand
Endanger it, and the Demand Of tickets for a sigh Amazes the Humility Of Credibility Recover it to Nature And that dejected Fleet Find Consternation’s Carnival Divested of its Meat.
What is "Paradise"
What is “Paradise” Who live there Are they “Farmers” Do they “hoe” Do they know that this is “Amherst” And that I am coming too Do they wear “new shoes” in “Eden” Is it
I tend my flowers for thee
I tend my flowers for thee Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip while the Sower dreams Geraniums tint and spot Low Daisies dot My Cactus splits her Beard To show her throat Carnations
Good night, because we must
Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito! Saucy, Saucy Seraph To elude me so! Father! they won’t tell me, Won’t you tell them to?
"Tomorrow" whose location
“Tomorrow” whose location The Wise deceives Though its hallucination Is last that leaves Tomorrow thou Retriever Of every tare Of Alibi art thou Or ownest where?
Life is what we make of it
Life is what we make of it Death we do not know Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him though He would trust no stranger Other could betray Just His own endorsement That sufficeth Me
I was the slightest in the House
I was the slightest in the House I took the smallest Room At night, my little Lamp, and Book And one Geranium So stationed I could catch the Mint That never ceased to fall
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had Fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? I tasted Wheat and hated Chaff And thanked the ample friend Wisdom is more
The Spirit lasts but in what mode
The Spirit lasts but in what mode Below, the Body speaks, But as the Spirit furnishes Apart, it never talks The Music in the Violin Does not emerge alone But Arm in Arm with