A Bird came down the Walk He did not know I saw He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass And
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace Retreating up, a Billow’s height Retreating blinded down Our undermining feet to meet Instructs to the Divine.
Could live did live Could die did die Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not, To introduce his soul. Could go from scene familiar To an untraversed spot Could
Why should we hurry why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No respite from the inference That this which is begun, Though where its labors lie A bland
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie When, stirring, for Belief’s delight, My Bride had slipped away If ’twas a Dream made solid just The Heaven to confirm
The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin so He wore no sandal on his foot And stepped like flakes of snow His Gait was soundless, like the Bird But rapid like
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually His Suit a chance His Troth a Term Protracted as the Breeze Continual Ban propoundeth
Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable Is Heaven an Exchequer? They speak of what we owe But that negotiation I’m not a Party to
Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant Too narrow is the Right between Too imminent the chance Each Consciousness must emigrate And
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years All crumpled was the cheek No other kiss had known Than flake of snow,
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick Continual addressed But foreign as the Dialect Of Danes, unto the rest. Reportless Measures, to the Ear Susceptive stimulus But like an Oriental Tale To others, fabulous
Unto like Story Trouble has enticed me How Kinsmen fell Brothers and Sister who preferred the Glory And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons chanted Till God’s full time When
A Lady red amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms Sweep vale and hill and tree! Prithee, My
The World stands solemner to me Since I was wed to Him A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s name A doubt if it be fair indeed To wear that perfect pearl The
It troubled me as once I was For I was once a Child Concluding how an Atom fell And yet the Heavens held The Heavens weighed the most by far Yet Blue and solid