The duties of the Wind are few
The duties of the Wind are few, To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escort, And usher Liberty. The pleasures of the Wind are broad, To dwell Extent among, Remain, or
The distance that the dead have gone
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them, We more than half suspect,
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
If the foolish, call them “flowers” Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well! Those who read the “Revelations” Must not criticize Those who read the same Edition
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard today
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard today Further than that Nor stop to play with the Hay Nor joggle a Hat He’s a transitive fellow very Rely on that If He leave a
To try to speak, and miss the way
To try to speak, and miss the way And ask it of the Tears, Is Gratitude’s sweet poverty, The Tatters that he wears A better Coat if he possessed Would help him to conceal,
It is an honorable Thought
It is an honorable Thought And make One lift One’s Hat As One met sudden Gentlefolk Upon a daily Street That We’ve immortal Place Though Pyramids decay And Kingdoms, like the Orchard Flit Russetly
There's the Battle of Burgoyne
There’s the Battle of Burgoyne Over, every Day, By the Time that Man and Beast Put their work away “Sunset” sounds majestic But that solemn War Could you comprehend it You would chastened stare
Had we our senses
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head How well that we are Blind We
The pungent atom in the Air
The pungent atom in the Air Admits of no debate All that is named of Summer Days Relinquished our Estate For what Department of Delight As positive are we As Limit of Dominion Or
While we were fearing it, it came
While we were fearing it, it came But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair There is a Fitting a Dismay A Fitting a Despair
His mind of man, a secret makes
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start He carries a circumference In which I have no part Or even if I deem I do He otherwise may know
He gave away his Life
He gave away his Life To Us Gigantic Sum A trifle in his own esteem But magnified by Fame Until it burst the Hearts That fancied they could hold When swift it slipped its
Than Heaven more remote
Than Heaven more remote, For Heaven is the root, But these the flitted seed. More flown indeed Than ones that never were, Or those that hide, and are. What madness, by their side, A
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds To drink enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine To go elastic Or as One The Camel’s trait attained How powerful the Stimulus
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her Some Disease had vext ‘Twas with Text and Village Singing I beheld Her next And a Company our pleasure To discourse alone Gracious now to me