I should not dare to leave my friend

I should not dare to leave my friend, Because because if he should die While I was gone and I too late Should reach the Heart that wanted me If I should disappoint the

Those not live yet

Those not live yet Who doubt to live again “Again” is of a twice But this is one The Ship beneath the Draw Aground is he? Death so the Hyphen of the Sea Deep

The spry Arms of the Wind

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone I should not care to stop My Process is not long The Wind could

Renunciation is a piercing Virtue

Renunciation is a piercing Virtue The letting go A Presence for an Expectation Not now The putting out of Eyes Just Sunrise Lest Day Day’s Great Progenitor Outvie Renunciation is the Choosing Against itself

The Snow that never drifts

The Snow that never drifts The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now So thorough in the Tree At night beneath the star That it was February’s

Nature can do no more

Nature can do no more She has fulfilled her Dyes Whatever Flower fail to come Of other Summer days Her crescent reimburse If other Summers be Nature’s imposing negative Nulls opportunity

Wert Thou but ill that I might show thee

Wert Thou but ill that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on me Nor the least signal, Me assure Wert Thou but Stranger in

Spring is the Period

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God.

I see thee clearer for the Grave

I see thee clearer for the Grave That took thy face between No Mirror could illumine thee Like that impassive stone I know thee better for the Act That made thee first unknown The

What shall I do when the Summer troubles

What shall I do when the Summer troubles What, when the Rose is ripe What when the Eggs fly off in Music From the Maple Keep? What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrup

This World is not Conclusion

This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond Invisible, as Music But positive, as Sound It beckons, and it baffles Philosophy don’t know And through a Riddle, at the last Sagacity, must go

I many times thought Peace had come

I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away As Wrecked Men deem they sight the Land At Centre of the Sea And struggle slacker but to prove As hopelessly as

I shall keep singing!

I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes Each with a Robin’s expectation I with my Redbreast And my Rhymes Late when I take my place in summer

If He dissolve then

If He dissolve then There is nothing more Eclipse at Midnight It was dark before Sunset at Easter Blindness on the Dawn Faint Star of Bethlehem Gone down! Would but some God inform Him

Did the Harebell loose her girdle

Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did the “Paradise” persuaded Yield her moat of pearl Would the Eden be an Eden,

As One does Sickness over

As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured As One rewalks a Precipice And whittles at the Twig That held Him from Perdition Sown sidewise in

I think I was enchanted

I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl I read that Foreign Lady The Dark felt beautiful And whether it was noon at night Or only Heaven at Noon For very Lunacy

The Merchant of the Picturesque

The Merchant of the Picturesque A Counter has and sales But is within or negative Precisely as the calls To Children he is small in price And large in courtesy It suits him better

Pink small and punctual

Pink small and punctual Aromatic low Covert in April Candid in May Dear to the Moss Known to the Knoll Next to the Robin In every human Soul Bold little Beauty Bedecked with thee

Baffled for just a day or two

Baffled for just a day or two Embarrassed not afraid Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid. She beckons, and the woods start She nods, and all begin Surely, such a country I was

I breathed enough to take the Trick

I breathed enough to take the Trick And now, removed from Air I simulate the Breath, so well That One, to be quite sure The Lungs are stirless must descend Among the Cunning Cells

The Soul has Bandaged moments

The Soul has Bandaged moments When too appalled to stir She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her Salute her with long fingers Caress her freezing hair Sip, Goblin,

If I can stop one Heart from breaking

If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest

You cannot take itself

You cannot take itself From any Human soul That indestructible estate Enable him to dwell Impregnable as Light That every man behold But take away as difficult As undiscovered Gold

Our lives are Swiss

Our lives are Swiss So still so Cool Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on! Italy stands the other side! While like a guard between The solemn

This dirty little Heart

This dirty little Heart Is freely mine. I won it with a Bun A Freckled shrine But eligibly fair To him who sees The Visage of the Soul And not the knees.

Those fair fictitious People

Those fair fictitious People The Women plucked away From our familiar Lifetime The Men of Ivory Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas Who stay upon the Wall In Everlasting Keepsake Can Anybody tell? We

If it had no pencil

If it had no pencil Would it try mine Worn now and dull sweet, Writing much to thee. If it had no word, Would it make the Daisy, Most as big as I was,

Is it true, dear Sue?

Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I could shut him up In a Coffee Cup, Or tie him to a pin

God is a distant stately Lover

God is a distant stately Lover Woos, as He states us by His Son Verily, a Vicarious Courtship “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were such an One But, lest the Soul like fair “Priscilla” Choose the

How many schemes may die

How many schemes may die In one short Afternoon Entirely unknown To those they most concern The man that was not lost Because by accident He varied by a Ribbon’s width From his accustomed

We'll pass without the parting

We’ll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence Deeming where I left Her I could find Her If I tried This way, I keep from missing Those that died.

Not all die early, dying young

Not all die early, dying young Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop Whole statured by the side Of Junior of Fourscore ’twas

A Route of Evanescence

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel A Resonance of Emerald A Rush of Cochineal And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled Head The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning’s

The Jay his Castanet has struck

The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent to nature Of Swarthy Days he is the close His Lotus is a chestnut

To be forgot by thee

To be forgot by thee Surpasses Memory Of other minds The Heart cannot forget Unless it contemplate What it declines I was regarded then Raised from oblivion A single time To be remembered what

Did Our Best Moment last

Did Our Best Moment last ‘Twould supersede the Heaven A few and they by Risk procure So this Sort are not given Except as stimulants in Cases of Despair Or Stupor The Reserve These

The Mountain sat upon the Plain

The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire Grandfather of the Days is He Of

On this wondrous sea

On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar Where the storm is o’er? In the peaceful west Many the sails at rest The anchors fast

I robbed the Woods

I robbed the Woods The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to please. I scanned their trinkets curious I grasped I bore away What will the solemn

Sunset at Night is natural

Sunset at Night is natural But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature Master So Midnight’s due at Noon. Eclipses be predicted And Science bows them in But do one face us suddenly Jehovah’s Watch

To this World she returned

To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a Violet, That chiefer to the Skies Than to himself, allied, Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust,

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind The Mind is a single State The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent One is the Population Numerous enough This ecstatic Nation Seek

They talk as slow as Legends grow

They talk as slow as Legends grow No mushroom is their mind But foliage of sterility Too stolid for the wind They laugh as wise as Plots of Wit Predestined to unfold The point

To fight aloud, is very brave

To fight aloud, is very brave But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe Who win, and nations do not see Who fall and none observe Whose dying eyes,

We talked as Girls do

We talked as Girls do Fond, and late We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave Of ours, none affair We handled Destinies, as cool As we Disposers be And God, a Quiet

They called me to the Window, for

They called me to the Window, for ” ‘Twas Sunset” Some one said I only saw a Sapphire Farm And just a Single Herd Of Opal Cattle feeding far Upon so vain a Hill

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; ‘Tis then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is summer’s

We see Comparatively

We see Comparatively The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided Yesterday This Morning’s finer Verdict Makes scarcely worth the toil A furrow Our Cordillera Our Apennine a Knoll Perhaps

It struck me every Day

It struck me every Day The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And let the Fire through It burned Me in the Night It Blistered to My Dream It

What I see not, I better see

What I see not, I better see Through Faith my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting But, No lid has Memory For frequent, all my sense obscured I equally behold As someone held a

Publication is the Auction

Publication is the Auction Of the Mind of Man Poverty be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly but We would rather From Our Garret go White Unto the White Creator Than invest Our

The Heaven vests for Each

The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day Half shrinking from the Glory It importuned to see Till these faint Tabernacles drop In

'Tis good the looking back on Grief

‘Tis good the looking back on Grief To re-endure a Day We thought the Mighty Funeral Of All Conceived Joy To recollect how Busy Grass Did meddle one by one Till all the Grief

I never lost as much but twice

I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels twice descending Reimbursed my store Burglar! Banker Father! I

Tell as a Marksman were forgotten

Tell as a Marksman were forgotten Tell this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears Fresh as Mankind that humble story Though a statelier Tale Grown in the Repetition hoary Scarcely

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I keep it, staying at Home With a Bobolink for a Chorister And an Orchard, for a Dome Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice I just wear

Because the Bee may blameless hum

Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid May lift a look on thine, a Maid Alway a Flower would be.

You know that Portrait in the Moon

You know that Portrait in the Moon So tell me who ’tis like The very Brow the stooping eyes A fog for Say Whose Sake? The very Pattern of the Cheek It varies in

Precious to Me She still shall be

Precious to Me She still shall be Though She forget the name I bear The fashion of the Gown I wear The very Color of My Hair So like the Meadows now I dared

This heart that broke so long

This heart that broke so long These feet that never flagged This faith that watched for star in vain, Give gently to the dead Hound cannot overtake the Hare That fluttered panting, here Nor

He fought like those Who've nought to lose

He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use Invited Death with bold attempt But Death was Coy of

Pain has but one Acquaintance

Pain has but one Acquaintance And that is Death Each one unto the other Society enough. Pain is the Junior Party By just a Second’s right Death tenderly assists Him And then absconds from

As from the earth the light Balloon

As from the earth the light Balloon Asks nothing but release Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust That fastened it so long With indignation, As

Like eyes that looked on Wastes

Like eyes that looked on Wastes Incredulous of Ought But Blank and steady Wilderness Diversified by Night Just Infinites of Nought As far as it could see So looked the face I looked upon

We should not mind so small a flower

We should not mind so small a flower Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again. So spicy her Carnations nod So drunken, reel her Bees So

The Rat is the concisest Tenant

The Rat is the concisest Tenant. He pays no Rent. Repudiates the Obligation On Schemes intent Balking our Wit To sound or circumvent Hate cannot harm A Foe so reticent Neither Decree prohibit him

Because 'twas Riches I could own

Because ’twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it Me, I knew the Dollars by their names It feels like Poverty An Earldom out of sight to hold, An Income in the Air,

A Rat surrendered here

A Rat surrendered here A brief career of Cheer And Fraud and Fear. Of Ignominy’s due Let all addicted to Beware. The most obliging Trap Its tendency to snap Cannot resist Temptation is the

We learned the Whole of Love

We learned the Whole of Love The Alphabet the Words A Chapter then the mighty Book Then Revelation closed But in Each Other’s eyes An Ignorance beheld Diviner than the Childhood’s And each to

He is alive, this morning

He is alive, this morning He is alive and awake Birds are resuming for Him Blossoms dress for His Sake. Bees to their Loaves of Honey Add an Amber Crumb Him to regale Me

She hideth Her the last

She hideth Her the last And is the first, to rise Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes She doth Her Purple Work And putteth Her away In low Apartments in

Never for Society

Never for Society He shall seek in vain Who His own acquaintance Cultivate Of Men Wiser Men may weary But the Man within Never knew Satiety Better entertain Than could Border Ballad Or Biscayan

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June As infinite Tradition As Cinderella’s Bays Or Little John of Lincoln Green Or Blue Beard’s Galleries Her

So has a Daisy vanished

So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away Oozed so in crimson bubbles Day’s departing tide Blooming tripping flowing Are ye then with God?

Two Lengths has every Day

Two Lengths has every Day Its absolute extent And Area superior By Hope or Horror lent Eternity will be Velocity or Pause At Fundamental Signals From Fundamental Laws. To die is not to go

You cannot put a Fire out

You cannot put a Fire out A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan Upon the slowest Night You cannot fold a Flood And put it in a Drawer Because the

Love can do all but raise the Dead

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze

A doubt if it be Us

A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find. An Unreality is lent, A merciful Mirage That makes the living possible While it suspends the

Praise it 'tis dead

Praise it ’tis dead It cannot glow Warm this inclement Ear With the encomium it earned Since it was gathered here Invest this alabaster Zest In the Delights of Dust Remitted since it flitted

When I have seen the Sun emerge

When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place Without the incident of Fame Or accident of Noise The Earth

"Go tell it" What a Message

“Go tell it” What a Message To whom is specified Not murmur not endearment But simply we obeyed Obeyed a Lure a Longing? Oh Nature none of this To Law said sweet Thermopylae I

Power is a familiar growth

Power is a familiar growth Not foreign not to be Beside us like a bland Abyss In every company Escape it there is but a chance When consciousness and clay Lean forward for a

My period had come for Prayer

My period had come for Prayer No other Art would do My Tactics missed a rudiment Creator Was it you? God grows above so those who pray Horizons must ascend And so I stepped

Always Mine!

Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation Of the Seasons and the Sun. Old the Grace, but new the Subjects Old, indeed, the East, Yet

He who in Himself believes

He who in Himself believes Fraud cannot presume Faith is Constancy’s Result And assumes from Home Cannot perish, though it fail Every second time But defaced Vicariously For Some Other Shame

Color Caste Denomination

Color Caste Denomination These are Time’s Affair Death’s diviner Classifying Does not know they are As in sleep All Hue forgotten Tenets put behind Death’s large Democratic fingers Rub away the Brand If Circassian

"Arcturus" is his other name

“Arcturus” is his other name I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day A “Savant” passing by Murmured “Resurgam” “Centipede”! “Oh

The Morning after Woe

The Morning after Woe ‘Tis frequently the Way Surpasses all that rose before For utter Jubilee As Nature did not care And piled her Blossoms on And further to parade a Joy Her Victim

He scanned it staggered

He scanned it staggered Dropped the Loop To Past or Period Caught helpless at a sense as if His Mind were going blind Groped up, to see if God was there Groped backward at

Wait till the Majesty of Death

Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till in Everlasting Robes That Democrat is dressed, Then prate about “Preferment”

To One denied the drink

To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise? To lead Him to the Well And let Him hear it drip Remind Him,

I thought the Train would never come

I thought the Train would never come How slow the whistle sang I don’t believe a peevish Bird So whimpered for the Spring I taught my Heart a hundred times Precisely what to say

I like a look of Agony

I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe The Eyes glaze once and that is Death Impossible to feign The Beads upon

Sweet You forgot but I remembered

Sweet You forgot but I remembered Every time for Two So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings Blame the little Hand Happy it

"Heaven" is what I cannot reach!

“Heaven” is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree Provided it do hopeless hang That “Heaven” is to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud The interdicted Land Behind the Hill the

Heart! We will forget him!

Heart! We will forget him! You and I tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste!

A little overflowing word

A little overflowing word That any, hearing, had inferred For Ardor or for Tears, Though Generations pass away, Traditions ripen and decay, As eloquent appears

Of God we ask one favor

Of God we ask one favor, That we may be forgiven For what, he is presumed to know The Crime, from us, is hidden Immured the whole of Life Within a magic Prison We

A Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld The Lady date not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled But peers beyond her mesh And wishes and denies Lest Interview annul a want That
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