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Fragment: The Deserts of Dim Sleep
I went into the deserts of dim sleep-- That world which, like an unknown wilderness, Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep--
To Constantia
The rose that drinks the fountain dew In the pleasant air of noon, Grows pale and blue with altered hue-- In the gaze of the nightly moon; For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, Makes it wan wit
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor We so new bestow Than thine acclimated Creature Wilt Thou, Au
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns -- Her invitation broad To Whosoever famishing To taste her mystic Bread -- These are the rites of Nature's House -- The Hospitality That opens with an equal widt
Buona Notte
'Buona notte, buona notte!'--Come mai La notte sara buona senza te? Non dirmi buona notte,--che tu sai, La notte sa star buona da per se. Solinga, scura, cupa, senza speme, La notte quando Lilla m'ab
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. A needless life, it seemed to me Until a little Bird As to a Hospitality Advanced and breakfa
The Little Boy Lost
"Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to your little boy, Or else I shall be lost." The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with
The Sick Rose
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Forever honored by the Tree
Forever honored by the Tree Whose Apple Winterworn Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky Two Gabriels Yestermorn. They registered in Nature's Book As Robins -- Sire and Son -- But Angels have that modest
It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although i
An Antiquated Tree
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat Would decorate Oblivion's Remotest Consulate.
38. Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father
O YE whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev’rence, and attend! Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains, The tender father, and the gen’rous friend; The pitying heart that
Loss And Gain
When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many days have been idly spent; How like an arrow the g
Life
What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That
How much the present moment means
How much the present moment means To those who've nothing more -- The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist -- Stake an entire store Upon a Moment's shallow Rim While their commuted Feet The Torrents of Eter
A soft Sea washed around the House
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care -- For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe Fo
A Hate-Song
A hater he came and sat by a ditch, And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
Like Men and Women Shadows walk Upon the Hills Today -- With here and there a mighty Bow Or trailing Courtesy To Neighbors doubtless of their own Not quickened to perceive Minuter landscape as Ourselv
Cancelled Passage of the Ode to Liberty
Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit Is throned an Image, so intensely fair That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it Worship, and as they kneel, tremble and wear The splendour of its pre
Nature and God -- I neither knew
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 Or
A Lament
O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more--Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has
Infant Joy
"I have no name; I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee: Thou dost smile,
He told a homely tale
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, divided with The Redbr
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Vei