The Only News I know
The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see Tomorrow and Today Perchance Eternity The Only One I meet Is God The Only Street Existence This traversed
I had a daily Bliss
I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir It grew as I pursued Till when around a Height It wasted from my sight Increased beyond my utmost
My Cocoon tightens Colors tease
My Cocoon tightens Colors tease I’m feeling for the Air A dim capacity for Wings Demeans the Dress I wear A power of Butterfly must be The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty implies
That it will never come again
That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet. Believing what we don’t believe Does not exhilarate. That if it be, it be at best An ablative estate This instigates an
As Frost is best conceived
As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect If when the sun reveal, The Garden keep the Gash If as the Days resume The wilted countenance
The overtakelessness of those
The overtakelessness of those Who have accomplished Death Majestic is to me beyond The majesties of Earth. The soul her “Not at Home” Inscribes upon the flesh And takes her fair aerial gait Beyond
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men Ill it becometh me to dwell so wealthily When at my very Door are those
Have any like Myself
Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried And possibly a Church That were not, We are sure As lately as the Snow And are Today if We exist Though
My Heart ran so to thee
My Heart ran so to thee It would not wait for me And I affronted grew And drew away For whatsoe’er my pace He first achieve they Face How general a Grace Allotted two
A Wife at daybreak I shall be
A Wife at daybreak I shall be Sunrise Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Bride Then Midnight, I have passed
This is the place they hoped before
This is the place they hoped before, Where I am hoping now. The seed of disappointment grew Within a capsule gay, Too distant to arrest the feet That walk this plank of balm Before
A Wounded Deer leaps highest
A Wounded Deer leaps highest I’ve heard the Hunter tell ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek
I never felt at Home Below
I never felt at Home Below And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home I know I don’t like Paradise Because it’s Sunday all the time And Recess never comes And
No Rack can torture me
No Rack can torture me My Soul at Liberty Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One You cannot prick with saw Nor pierce with Scimitar Two Bodies therefore be Bind One The
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due The Frogs got Home last Week Are settled, and at work Birds, mostly back The Clover warm and thick