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 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...
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 ...
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 -...
To be forgot by thee Surpasses Memory Of other minds The Heart cannot forget Unless it contemplate What it declines I was regarded then Raised from oblivion A single time To be remembered what - Worth...
To die - takes just a little while - They say it doesn't hurt - It's only fainter - by degrees - And then - it's out of sight - A darker Ribbon - for a Day - A Crape upon the Hat - And then the pretty...
To fight aloud, is very brave - But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe - Who win, and nations do not see - Who fall - and none observe - Whose dying eyes, no Country Rega...
To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it - Block it up With Other - and 'twill yawn the more - You cannot solder an Abyss With Air.
To hang our head - ostensibly - And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind - Affords the sly presumption That in so dense a fuzz - You - too - take Cobweb attitudes Upo...
To her derided Home A Weed of Summer came - She did not know her station low Nor Ignominy's name - Bestowed a summer long Upon a frameless flower - Then swept as lightly from disdain As Lady from her ...
To his simplicity To die - was little Fate - If Duty live - contented But her Confederate.
To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere - And even when the Snow Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy Directly in His Eye - Does not so much as turn His Head...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
To make One's Toilette - after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still - That's easier - than Braid the Hair - And make the Bodice gay - When Eyes tha...
