'Tis not the swaying frame we miss
‘Tis not the swaying frame we miss, It is the steadfast Heart, That had it beat a thousand years, With Love alone had bent, Its fervor the electric Oar, That bore it through the
We learn it in Retreating
We learn it in Retreating How vast an one Was recently among us A Perished Sun Endear in the departure How doubly more Than all the Golden presence It was before
Judgment is justest
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity. Honor is then the safest hue In a posthumous Sun Not any color will endure That
It is a lonesome Glee
It is a lonesome Glee Yet sanctifies the Mind With fair association Afar upon the Wind A Bird to overhear Delight without a Cause Arrestless as invisible A matter of the Skies.
Read Sweet how others strove
Read Sweet how others strove Till we are stouter What they renounced Till we are less afraid How many times they bore the faithful witness Till we are helped As if a Kingdom cared!
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
Their Height in Heaven comforts not Their Glory nought to me ‘Twas best imperfect as it was I’m finite I can’t see The House of Supposition The Glimmering Frontier that Skirts the Acres of
That after Horror that 'twas us
That after Horror that ’twas us That passed the mouldering Pier Just as the Granite Crumb let go Our Savior, by a Hair A second more, had dropped too deep For Fisherman to plumb
How far is it to Heaven?
How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery. How far is it to Hell? As far as Death this way How
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms And leaves the Shreds behind Oh Housewife in the Evening West Come back, and dust the Pond! You dropped a Purple Ravelling in You dropped an Amber thread And
To see her is a Picture
To see her is a Picture To hear her is a Tune To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June To know her not Affliction To own her for a Friend A warmth
Drowning is not so pitiful
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise Three times, ’tis said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever To that abhorred abode, Where hope and
You've seen Balloons set Haven't You?
You’ve seen Balloons set Haven’t You? So stately they ascend It is as Swans discarded You, For Duties Diamond Their Liquid Feet go softly out Upon a Sea of Blonde They spurn the Air,
Mine Enemy is growing old
Mine Enemy is growing old I have at last Revenge The Palate of the Hate departs If any would avenge Let him be quick the Viand flits It is a faded Meat Anger as
The Butterfly upon the Sky
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I, And higher, I believe, So soar
A Pit but Heaven over it
A Pit but Heaven over it And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit With Heaven over it. To stir would be to slip To look would be to drop To dream