There's a certain Slant of light
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes Heavenly Hurt, it gives us We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are None
Not any higher stands the Grave
Not any higher stands the Grave For Heroes than for Men Not any nearer for the Child Than numb Three Score and Ten This latest Leisure equal lulls The Beggar and his Queen Propitiate
Time feels so vast that were it not
Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity To His exclusion, who prepare By Processes of Size For the Stupendous Vision Of his
Until the Desert knows
Until the Desert knows That Water grows His Sands suffice But let him once suspect That Caspian Fact Sahara dies Utmost is relative Have not or Have Adjacent sums Enough the first Abode On
There came a Wind like a Bugle
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the GRASS, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald
I gave myself to Him
I gave myself to Him And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way The Wealth might disappoint Myself a poorer prove Than this great Purchaser suspect, The
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
Tho’ my destiny be Fustian Hers be damask fine Tho’ she wear a silver apron I, a less divine Still, my little Gypsy being I would far prefer, Still, my little sunburnt bosom To
I groped for him before I knew
I groped for him before I knew With solemn nameless need All other bounty sudden chaff For this foreshadowed Food Which others taste and spurn and sneer Though I within suppose That consecrated it
The Props assist the House
The Props assist the House Until the House is built And then the Props withdraw And adequate, erect, The House support itself And cease to recollect The Auger and the Carpenter Just such a
If your Nerve, deny you
If your Nerve, deny you Go above your Nerve He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve That’s a steady posture Never any bend Held of those Brass arms Best Giant
He lived the Life of Ambush
He lived the Life of Ambush And went the way of Dusk And now against his subtle name There stands an Asterisk As confident of him as we Impregnable we are The whole of
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls Ecstatically leap Beloved only Afternoon That Prison doesn’t keep They storm the Earth and stun the Air, A Mob of solid Bliss Alas that Frowns should
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved I feel the old desire A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, A Warrant to be fair A Competition in my sense With something hid in Her And as
A Mien to move a Queen
A Mien to move a Queen Half Child Half Heroine An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by For humbler Company When none are near Even a Tear Its frequent Visitor A
Through those old Grounds of memory
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors that are vended ‘Tis easy to beware But statutes do not meddle With the