The Sun is gay or stark
The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits
The Malay took the Pearl
The Malay took the Pearl Not I the Earl I feared the Sea too much Unsanctified to touch Praying that I might be Worthy the Destiny The Swarthy fellow swam And bore my Jewel
I'm saying every day
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow” I’d do this way And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend supercilious With
The Pile of Years is not so high
The Pile of Years is not so high As when you came before But it is rising every Day From recollection’s Floor And while by standing on my Heart I still can reach the
September's Baccalaureate
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets Crows and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher.
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
Like Time’s insidious wrinkle On a beloved Face We clutch the Grace the tighter Though we resent the crease The Frost himself so comely Dishevels every prime Asserting from his Prism That none can
It was a quiet way
It was a quiet way He asked if I was his I made no answer of the Tongue But answer of the Eyes And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With
'Tis so appalling it exhilarates
‘Tis so appalling it exhilarates So over Horror, it half Captivates The Soul stares after it, secure A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more To scan a Ghost, is faint But grappling, conquers it How
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady my soul:
On that specific Pillow
On that specific Pillow Our projects flit away The Night’s tremendous Morrow And whether sleep will stay Or usher us a stranger To situations new The effort to comprise it Is all the soul
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because The Wind does not require the Grass To answer Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows and Do not You And We
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely but Minds Minute Effulgencies and Winds When what they sung for is undone Who cares about a
Revolution is the Pod
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirred Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base Every Summer be The Entomber of itself, So of Liberty Left inactive
A great Hope fell
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion
If I may have it, when it's dead
If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented so If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me Until they lock it in the Grave, ‘Tis Bliss