Alone and in a Circumstance
Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more at Home than I Immediately grew I felt myself a visitor And hurriedly withdrew
Who never lost, are unprepared
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the weary league Can such a foot explore The purple territories On Pizarro’s shore? How
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A Dinner for a Bee In process of the Noon became – Each bright Mortality The Forfeit is of Creature fair Itself, adored before Submitting for
On such a night, or such a night
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair So quiet Oh how quiet, That nobody might know But that the little
So bashful when I spied her!
So bashful when I spied her! So pretty so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find So breathless till I passed here So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing,
Death warrants are supposed to be
Death warrants are supposed to be An enginery of equity A merciful mistake A pencil in an Idol’s Hand A Devotee has oft consigned To Crucifix or Block
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook
The Sea said “Come” to the Brook The Brook said “Let me grow” The Sea said “Then you will be a Sea I want a Brook Come now”! The Sea said “Go” to the
To disappear enhances
To disappear enhances The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant Today in Memory lain With superstitious value We tamper with “Again” But “Never” far as
I know where Wells grow Droughtless Wells
I know where Wells grow Droughtless Wells Deep dug for Summer days Where Mosses go no more away And Pebble safely plays It’s made of Fathoms and a Belt A Belt of jagged Stone
'Twould ease a Butterfly
‘Twould ease a Butterfly Elate a Bee Thou’rt neither Neither thy capacity But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee’s Eternity Content of fading Is enough for me Fade
After the Sun comes out
After the Sun comes out How it alters the World Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news Fresh as a Cargo from Batize Nature’s
The joy that has no stem no core
The joy that has no stem no core, Nor seed that we can sow, Is edible to longing. But ablative to show. By fundamental palates Those products are preferred Impregnable to transit And patented
The Things that never can come back, are several
The Things that never can come back, are several Childhood some forms of Hope the Dead Though Joys like Men may sometimes make a Journey And still abide We do not mourn for Traveler,
I know lives, I could miss
I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery Others whose instant’s wanting Would be Eternity The last a scanty Number ‘Twould scarcely fill a Two The first a Gnat’s Horizon Could easily outgrow
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me
“Red Sea,” indeed! Talk not to me Of purple Pharaoh I have a Navy in the West Would pierce his Columns thro’ Guileless, yet of such Glory fine That all along the Line Is