Dawn—to the Teneriffe—
Dice—to the Maid—
Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—
Just revelation—to the Beloved—
Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it—
Brides—an Apocalypse—
Worlds—a Flood—
Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing—
Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord
Similar Posts
564
No other Art—would do—My Tactics missed a rudiment—Creator—Was it you?God grows above—so those who prayHorizons—must ascend—And so I stepped upon the NorthTo see this Curious Friend—His House was not—no sign had He—By Chimney—nor by DoorCould I infer his Residence—Vast Prairies of AirUnbroken by a Settler—Were all that I could see—Infinitude—Had’st Thou no FaceThat I might…
191
They tell it to the Hills—The Hills just tell the Orchards—And they—the Daffodils!A Bird—by chance—that goes that way—Soft overhears the whole—If I should bribe the little Bird—Who knows but she would tell?I think I won’t—however—It’s finer—not to know—If Summer were an Axiom—What sorcery had Snow?So keep your secret—Father!I would not—if I could,Know what the Sapphire…
879
Perhaps, recalls the ManJust measuring unconsciousnessThe Sea and Spar between.To fail within a Chance—How terribler a thingThan perish from the Chance’s listBefore the Perishing!
985
From missing minor Things.If nothing larger than a World’sDeparture from a Hinge—Or Sun’s extinction, be observed—‘Twas not so large that ICould lift my Forehead from my workFor Curiosity.
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadences, —Ah, what sagacity perished here!Grand go the years in the crescent above them;Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,Diadems drop and Doges…
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.