There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll How frugal is
As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread As brooks in deserts babble sweet On ear too far for the delight, Heaven beguiles the tired. As
He found my Being set it up Adjusted it to place Then carved his name upon it And bade it to the East Be faithful in his absence And he would come again With
It came at last but prompter Death Had occupied the House His pallid Furniture arranged And his metallic Peace Oh faithful Frost that kept the Date Had Love as punctual been Delight had aggrandized
Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines! Cautious, hint to any Captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air
The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse November hung his Granite
I have no Life but this To lead it here Nor any Death but lest Dispelled from there Nor tie to Earths to come Nor Action new Except through this extent The Realm of
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages pause for you Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiment Day drops you her Red Adieu! Still Clad in your Mail of ices Thigh of Granite and thew of
Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one But every Tear I bore Were He to count them o’er His own would fall
Nature and God I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity. Yet Neither told that I could learn My Secret as secure As Herschel’s private interest
“Remember me” implored the Thief! Oh Hospitality! My Guest “Today in Paradise” I give thee guaranty. That Courtesy will fair remain When the Delight is Dust With which we cite this mightiest case Of
Brother of Ingots Ah Peru Empty the Hearts that purchased you Sister of Ophir Ah, Peru Subtle the Sum That purchase you Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.
We miss Her, not because We see The Absence of an Eye Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society As slightly as the Routes of Stars Ourselves asleep below We know that their superior Eyes
Some things that fly there be Birds Hours the Bumblebee Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be Grief Hills Eternity Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I
Paradise is that old mansion Many owned before Occupied by each an instant Then reversed the Door Bliss is frugal of her Leases Adam taught her Thrift Bankrupt once through his excesses