My River runs to thee
My River runs to thee Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply Oh Sea look graciously I’ll fetch thee Brooks From spotted nooks Say Sea Take Me!
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life Poured thee, without a stint The whole of me forever What more the Woman can, Say quick,
The long sigh of the Frog
The long sigh of the Frog Upon a Summer’s Day Enacts intoxication Upon the Revery But his receding Swell Substantiates a Peace That makes the Ear inordinate For corporal release
Contained in this short Life
Contained in this short Life Are magical extents The soul returning soft at night To steal securer thence As Children strictest kept Turn soonest to the sea Whose nameless Fathoms slink away Beside infinity
There is a finished feeling
There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves A leisure of the Future A Wilderness of Size. By Death’s bold Exhibition Preciser what we are And the Eternal function Enabled to infer.
It was given to me by the Gods
It was given to me by the Gods When I was a little Girl They given us Presents most you know When we are new and small. I kept it in my Hand I
Her spirit rose to such a height
Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent to assault the dawn Than merit the ethereal scorn That effervesced from her.
Whoever disenchants
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird As graphic as a star Till the suggestion sinister Things are not what they
The things we thought that we should do
The things we thought that we should do We other things have done But those peculiar industries Have never been begun The Lands we thought that we should seek When large enough to run
I had no time to Hate
I had no time to Hate Because The Grave would hinder Me And Life was not so Ample I Could finish Enmity Nor had I time to Love But since Some Industry must be
So the Eyes accost and sunder
So the Eyes accost and sunder In an Audience Stamped occasionally forever So may Countenance Entertain without addressing Countenance of One In a Neighboring Horizon Gone as soon as known
A Light exists in Spring
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.
I am ashamed I hide
I am ashamed I hide What right have I to be a Bride So late a Dowerless Girl Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face No one to teach me that new Grace Nor introduce
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horizon Laying her spotted Face to die Stooping as low as the Otter’s Window
In rags mysterious as these
In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go Veiling the purple, and the plumes Veiling the ermine so. Smiling, as they request an alms At some imposing door! Smiling when we walk barefoot