I could bring You Jewels had I a mind to
I could bring You Jewels had I a mind to But You have enough of those I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo Colors from Vera Cruz Berries of the Bahamas have I
The Soul's Superior instants
The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her alone When friend and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn Or She Herself ascended To too remote a Height For lower Recognition Than Her Omnipotent This Mortal Abolition
Through what transports of Patience
Through what transports of Patience I reached the stolid Bliss To breathe my Blank without thee Attest me this and this By that bleak exultation I won as near as this Thy privilege of
Make me a picture of the sun
Make me a picture of the sun So I can hang it in my room And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”! Draw me a Robin on a stem So
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say The Countenance ‘twould be. Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability. The Emigrant of Light, it is Afflicted for the Day. The Blindness that beheld
To make Routine a Stimulus
To make Routine a Stimulus Remember it can cease Capacity to Terminate Is a Specific Grace Of Retrospect the Arrow That power to repair Departed with the Torment Become, alas, more fair
Come slowly Eden!
Come slowly Eden! Lips unused to Thee Bashful sip thy Jessamines As the fainting Bee Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums Counts his nectars Enters and is lost in Balms.
Me from Myself to banish
Me from Myself to banish Had I Art Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart But since Myself assault Me How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness? And since We’re mutual Monarch How this
"Heavenly Father" take to thee
“Heavenly Father” take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband Though to trust us seems to us More respectful “We are Dust” We apologize to thee For
Where bells no more affright the morn
Where bells no more affright the morn Where scrabble never comes Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms Where tired Children placid sleep Thro’ Centuries of noon This place is Bliss
Over and over, like a Tune
Over and over, like a Tune The Recollection plays Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise Snatches, from Baptized Generations Cadences too grand But for the Justified Processions At the Lord’s Right hand.
The Day came slow till Five o'clock
The Day came slow till Five o’clock Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies or the Light A Sudden Musket spills The Purple could not keep the East The Sunrise shook abroad Like
Guest am I to have
Guest am I to have Light my northern room Why to cordiality so averse to come Other friends adjourn Other bonds decay Why avoid so narrowly My fidelity
Me come! My dazzled face
Me come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me hear! My foreign Ear The sounds of Welcome there! The Saints forget Our bashful feet My Holiday, shall be That They remember me
A Word dropped careless on a Page
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds We may inhale Despair At distances of Centuries From