Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God. The deepest hid is sighted first And scant to Him the Crowd What triple
All the letters I can write
All the letters I can write Are not fair as this Syllables of Velvet Sentences of Plush, Depths of Ruby, undrained, Hid, Lip, for Thee Play it were a Humming Bird And just sipped
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun If I should spend it here Above him is too low a height For his Barometer Who Airs of expectation breathes And takes the Wind at prime
The Manner of its Death
The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die ‘Tis deemed a privilege to choose ‘Twas Major Andre’s Way When Choice of Life is past There yet remains a Love Its little Fate
In many and reportless places
In many and reportless places We feel a Joy Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity It comes, without a consternation Dissolves the same But leaves a sumptuous Destitution Without a Name Profane
Answer July
Answer July Where is the Bee Where is the Blush Where is the Hay? Ah, said July Where is the Seed Where is the Bud Where is the May Answer Thee Me Nay said
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds That threatened it did run And crouched behind his Yellow Door Was the defiant sun Some conflict with those upper friends So genial in the main That
Softened by Time's consummate plush
Softened by Time’s consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood’s citadel And undermined the years. Bisected now, by bleaker griefs, We envy the despair That devastated childhood’s realm, So easy to
My Portion is Defeat today
My Portion is Defeat today A paler luck than Victory Less Paeans fewer Bells The Drums don’t follow Me with tunes Defeat a somewhat slower means More Arduous than Balls ‘Tis populous with Bone
So proud she was to die
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed So satisfied to go Where none of us should be Immediately that Anguish
What Soft Cherubic Creatures
What Soft Cherubic Creatures These Gentlewomen are One would as soon assault a Plush Or violate a Star Such Dimity Convictions A Horror so refined Of freckled Human Nature Of Deity ashamed It’s such
The Mountains stood in Haze
The Mountains stood in Haze The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and the Sky. At leisure was the Sun His interests of Fire A little from remark
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in How pompous the Wind must feel Noons Stepping
Title divine is mine!
Title divine is mine! The Wife without the Sign! Acute Degree conferred on me Empress of Calvary! Royal all but the Crown! Betrothed without the swoon God sends us Women When you hold Garnet
She dwelleth in the Ground
She dwelleth in the Ground Where Daffodils abide Her Maker Her Metropolis The Universe Her Maid To fetch Her Grace and Hue And Fairness and Renown The Firmament’s To Pluck Her And fetch Her