These Fevered Days to take them to the Forest
These Fevered Days to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl And shade is all that devastates the stillness Seems it sometimes this would be all
This was a Poet It is That
This was a Poet It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings And Attar so immense From the familiar species That perished by the Door We wonder it was not Ourselves Arrested it
A winged spark doth soar about
A winged spark doth soar about I never met it near For Lightning it is oft mistook When nights are hot and sere Its twinkling Travels it pursues Above the Haunts of men A
Only God detect the Sorrow
Only God detect the Sorrow Only God The Jehovahs are no Babblers Unto God God the Son Confide it Still secure God the Spirit’s Honor Just as sure
We Cover Thee Sweet Face
We Cover Thee Sweet Face Not that We tire of Thee But that Thyself fatigue of Us Remember as Thou go We follow Thee until Thou notice Us no more And then reluctant turn
It can't be "Summer"!
It can’t be “Summer”! That got through! It’s early yet for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White to cross Before the Blackbirds sing! It can’t be “Dying”! It’s too Rouge The Dead shall
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder Occupy to us though perhaps to them Simpler are the Days than the Supposition Leave us to presume That oblique Belief which we call Conjecture Grapples
All I may, if small
All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness ‘Tis Economy To bestow a World And withhold a Star Utmost, is Munificence Less, tho’ larger, poor.
A Man may make a Remark
A Man may make a Remark In itself a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark In dormant nature lain Let us deport with skill Let us discourse with care Powder
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish to behold so eminent a sight And sang for nothing scrutable But intimate Delight.
Your Riches taught me Poverty
Your Riches taught me Poverty. Myself a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad as Buenos Ayre You drifted your Dominions A Different Peru And I esteemed All Poverty For Life’s
My first well Day since many ill
My first well Day since many ill I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands, And see the things in Pod A ‘blossom just when I went in To take
A happy lip breaks sudden
A happy lip breaks sudden It doesn’t state you how It contemplated smiling Just consummated now But this one, wears its merriment So patient like a pain Fresh gilded to elude the eyes Unqualified,
The rainbow never tells me
The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy. My flowers turn from Forums Yet eloquent declare What Cato couldn’t prove me Except the birds
I asked no other thing
I asked no other thing No other was denied I offered Being for it The Mighty Merchant sneered Brazil? He twirled a Button Without a glance my way “But Madam is there nothing else