My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I
Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.
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Alive—two-fold—The Birth I hadAnd this—besides, in—Thee!
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass.
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A Species stands beyond—Invisible, as Music—But positive, as Sound—It beckons, and it baffles—Philosophy—don’t know—And through a Riddle, at the last—Sagacity, must go—To guess it, puzzles scholars—To gain it, Men have borneContempt of GenerationsAnd Crucifixion, shown—Faith slips—and laughs, and rallies—Blushes, if any see—Plucks at a twig of Evidence—And asks a Vane, the way—Much Gesture, from the…
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the chillest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb—of Me.
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Death, the only OneYou cannot find out all aboutIn his ‘native town.’Nobody know ‘his Father’—Never was a Boy—Hadn’t any playmates,Or ‘Early history’—Industrious! Laconic!Punctual! Sedate!Bold as a Brigand!Stiller than a Fleet!Builds, like a Bird, too!Christ robs the Nest—Robin after RobinSmuggled to Rest!
I felt a cleaving in my mind
I tried to match it, seam by seam,But could not make them fit.The thought behind I strove to joinUnto the thought before,But sequence ravelled out of reachLike balls upon a floor.