Rehearsal to Ourselves
Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight Affords a Bliss like Murder Omnipotent Acute We will not drop the Dirk Because We love the Wound The Dirk Commemorate Itself Remind Us that we died.
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said Yet held my breath, the while And risen up and gone away, A more Berdardine Girl Yet know
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you Nobody Too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise you know! How dreary to be Somebody! How public like a Frog To tell one’s
If I should die
If I should die, And you should live And time should gurgle on And morn should beam And noon should burn As it has usual done If Birds should build as early And Bees
We dream it is good we are dreaming
We dream it is good we are dreaming It would hurt us were we awake But since it is playing kill us, And we are playing shriek What harm? Men die externally It is
Her smile was shaped like other smiles
Her smile was shaped like other smiles The Dimples ran along And still it hurt you, as some Bird Did hoist herself, to sing, Then recollect a Ball, she got And hold upon the
Just so Jesus raps
Just so Jesus raps He doesn’t weary Last at the Knocker And first at the Bell. Then on divinest tiptoe standing Might He but spy the lady’s soul When He retires Chilled or weary
A Planted Life diversified
A Planted Life diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles ’tis when A Value struggle it exist A Power will proclaim Although Annihilation pile Whole Chaoses
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew ‘Tis little I can do And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow too And so, instructed by my own, I tenderer, turn Me to.
"Houses" so the Wise Men tell me
“Houses” so the Wise Men tell me “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm! Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm! “Many Mansions,” by “his Father,” I don’t know him; snugly built!
The Spider as an Artist
The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified By every Broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian Land Neglected Son of Genius I take thee by the
The last Night that She lived
The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying this to Us Made Nature different We noticed smallest things Things overlooked before By this great light upon our Minds
Could I but ride indefinite
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me And flirt all Day with Buttercups And marry whom I may And dwell
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Who goes to dine must take his Feast Or find the Banquet mean The Table is not laid without Till it is laid within. For Pattern is the Mind bestowed That imitating her Our
So glad we are a Stranger'd deem
‘Twas sorry, that we were For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear Nor how Ourselves be justified Since Grief and Joy are done So similar An Optizan Could not decide between