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Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might knowBut that the little figureRocked softer—to and fro—On such a dawn, or such a dawn—Would anybody sighThat such a little figureToo sound asleep did lieFor Chanticleer to wake it—Or stirring house below—Or giddy bird in orchard—Or early task to…

There’s Triumph in the RoomWhen that Old Imperator—Death—By Faith

I dared not open, lest a faceI never saw beforeStare vacant into mineAnd ask my business there.My business, – just a life I left,Was such still dwelling there?I fumbled at my nerve,I scanned the windows near;The silence like an ocean rolled,And broke against my ear.I laughed a wooden laughThat I could fear a door,Who danger…

The Hill—the Afternoon—Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—Nay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the Sea—Thunder—the Cricket—Nay—Nature is Harmony—Nature is what we know—Yet have no art to say—So impotent Our Wisdom isTo her Simplicity.

Reckon the morning’s flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning leaps—Tell me what time the weaver sleepsWho spun the breadth of blue!Write me how many notes there beIn the new Robin’s ecstasyAmong astonished boughs—How many trips the Tortoise makes—How many cups the Bee partakes,The Debauchee of Dews!Also, who laid the Rainbow’s…

And dancing softly to HimselfHis Yarn of Pearl–unwinds–He plies from Nought to Nought–In unsubstantial Trade–Supplants our Tapestries with His–In half the period–An Hour to rear supremeHis Continents of Light–Then dangle from the Housewife’s Broom–His Boundaries–forgot–