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So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole Must prove there is a Sky Location doubtless he would pl
The Summer that we did not prize,
The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy -- Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat, And scans with fatal promptness For Trains that
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home -- Cashmere -- or Calvary -- the same -- Degree -- or Shame -- I scarce esteem Location's Name -- So I may Come -- What Thou dost -- is Delight -- Bondage as Play --
By homely gift and hindered Words
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing -- "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World --
Epitaph. for One Who Would Not Be Buried in Westminster Abbey.
Heroes and kings! your distance keep: In peace let one poor poet sleep, Who never flatter'd folks like you: Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.
Another Fragment: To Music
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.' Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self, Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.
The stem of a departed Flower
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch of Pink.
A Fragment: To Music
Silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers.
So much Summer
So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate -- Would a Smile's minute bestowing Too exorbitant To the Lady With the Guinea Look -- if She should know Crumb of Mine A Robin's Larder Would suffice to st
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 from thee Unto the East, and
A Door just opened on a street --
A Door just opened on a street -- I -- lost -- was passing by -- An instant's Width of Warmth disclosed -- And Wealth -- and Company. The Door as instant shut -- And I -- I -- lost -- was passing by
Fragment: To One Singing
My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing, Far far away into the regions dim Of rapture--as a boat, with swift sails winging Its way adown some many-winding r
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair -- His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere -- The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire -- Grandfather of the Da
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs fly off in Music From the Maple Keep? What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup Drop a Tune on me -- When
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- Gravitates within -- Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it -- Bit it stir -- alone -- Each -- its difficult Ideal Must achieve -- Itself -- Through the solitary pro
Summer begins to have the look
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves -- Autumn begins to be inferred By millinery of the cloud Or deeper color in t
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act -- And later -- when we die -- A little Water supplicate -- Of fingers going by -- It intimates the finer want -- Whose adequate supply Is that Great Water in
If I'm lost -- now
If I'm lost -- now That I was found -- Shall still my transport be -- That once -- on me -- those Jasper Gates Blazed open -- suddenly -- That in my awkward -- gazing -- face -- The Angels -- softly
In snow thou comest --
In snow thou comest -- Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee's advancing sound. In fear thou comest -- Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy That man anew emb
Death is a Dialogue between
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. "Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir I have another Trust" -- Death doubts it -- Argues from the Ground -- The Spirit turns away Just laying o
Of Life to own --
Of Life to own -- From Life to draw -- But never tough the reservoir --
Lad of Athens, faithful be
Lad of Athens, faithful be To Thyself, And Mystery -- All the rest is Perjury --
To see the Summer Sky
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -- True Poems flee --
Her sovereign People
Her sovereign People Nature knows as well And is as fond of signifying As if fallible --