The Winters are so short - I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away - And moving into Pod - Myself - for scarcely settled - The Phebes have begun - And then - it's time to strike my Tent - A...
The World - stands - solemner - to me - Since I was wed - to Him - A modesty - befits the soul That bears another's - name - A doubt - if it be fair - indeed - To wear that perfect - pearl - The Man -...
There came a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doors As from an Emerald Ghost - The Doom's electric Mo...
There comes an hour when begging stops, When the long interceding lips Perceive their prayer is vain. "Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword Than from a disappointing God "Disciple, call ag...
There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves - A leisure of the Future - A Wilderness of Size. By Death's bold Exhibition Preciser what we are And the Eternal function Enabled to infer.
There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain - 'Tis Pain's Successor - When the Soul Has suffered all it can - A Drowsiness - diffuses - A Dimness like a Fog Envelops Consciousness - As Mist...
There is a morn by men unseen - Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their seraphic May - And all day long, with dance and game, And gambol I may never name - Employ their holiday. Here to light measur...
There is a pain - so utter - It swallows Being up - Then covers the Abyss with Trance - So Memory can step Around - across - upon it - As One within a Swoon - Goes safely - where an open eye - Would d...
There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself - Finite Infinity Ha un...
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man - It hurls it's barbed syllables And is mute again - But where it fell The saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave hi...
There is another sky, ever serene and fair, and there is another sunshine, th? it be darkness there. Never mind faded forests, Austin, never mind silent fields. Here is a little forest whose leaf is e...
There is no Frigate like a book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a page Of prancing Poetry- This Travel may the poorest take Without oppress of a Toll- How frugal is the Chariot That bears ...
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon it's breast - And will not tell it's name. Some touch it, and some kiss it - Some chafe it's idle hand - It has a sim...
These are the days when Birds come back - A very few - a Bird or two - To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resume The old - old sophistries of June - A blue and gold mistake. Oh fr...
These tested Our Horizon - Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude. Our Retrospection of Them A fixed Delight, But Our Anticipation A Dice - a Doubt.
They ask but our Delight - The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenance For a penurious smile.
They shut me up in Prose - As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet - Because they liked me "still" - Still! Could themself have peeped - And seen my Brain - go round - They might as ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today - I know it, by the numb look Such Houses have - alway - The Neighbors rustle in and out - The Doctor - drives away - A Window opens lik...
This - is the land - the Sunset washes - These - are the Banks of the Yellow Sea - Where it rose - or whither it rushes - These - are the Western Mystery! Night after Night Her purple traffic Strews t...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees - By Butterflies admired At Heavenly - Hopeless Distances - Was justified of Bird - Did Noon - enamel - in Herself Was Summer to a Score Who only knew of Universe - I...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must follow too. If we demur, it's gaping sides Disclose as 'twere a Tomb Ourself am lying straight whe...
This World is not Conclusion. A sequel stands beyond - Invisible, as Music - But positive, as Sound - It beckons, and it baffles - Philosophy, dont know - And through a Riddle, at the last - Sagacity,...
Those - dying then, Knew where they went - They went to God's Right Hand - That Hand is amputated now And God cannot be found - The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small - Better an ignis fatu...
Those final Creatures, - who they are - That, faithful to the close, Administer her ecstasy, But just the Summer knows.
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, Then, I am ready to go! Just a look at the Horses - Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side - So I shall never fall - For we must ride to the Judgment -...
