An Antiquated Tree

Four—have recovered the Land—Forty—gone down together—Into the boiling Sand—Ring—for the Scant Salvation—Toll—for the bonnie Souls—Neighbor—and friend—and Bridegroom—Spinning upon the Shoals—How they will tell the Story—When Winter shake the Door—Till the Children urge—But the Forty—Did they—come back no more?Then a softness—suffuse the Story—And a silence—the Teller’s eye—And the Children—no further question—And only the Sea—reply—

I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to repose—Chastened—as to the ChapelThis humble Tourist rose!Did not talk of returning!Alluded to no timeWhen, were the gales propitious—We might look for him!Was grateful for the RosesIn life’s diverse bouquet—Talked softly of new speciesTo pick another day;Beguiling thus the wonderThe wondrous…

Nor can you tell me—Saints, with ravished slate and pencilSolve our April Day!Sweeter than a vanished frolicFrom a vanished green!Swifter than the hoofs of HorsemenRound a Ledge of dream!Modest, let us walk among itWith our faces veiled—As they say polite ArchangelsDo in meeting God!Not for me—to prate about it!Not for you—to sayTo some fashionable Lady‘Charming…

A Legacy of LoveA Heavenly Father would sufficeHad He the offer of—You left me Boundaries of Pain—Capacious as the Sea—Between Eternity and Time—Your Consciousness—and Me—

As doth the Meadow BeeAnd visit only where I likedAnd No one visit meAnd flirt all Day with ButtercupsAnd marry whom I mayAnd dwell a little everywhereOr better, run awayWith no Police to followOr chase Him if He doTill He should jump PeninsulasTo get away from me—I said ‘But just to be a Bee’Upon a…

The Eastern Exiles—be—Who strayed beyond the Amber lineSome madder Holiday—And ever since—the purple MoatThey strive to climb—in vain—As Birds—that tumble from the cloudsDo fumble at the strain—The Blessed Ether—taught them—Some Transatlantic Morn—When Heaven—was too common—to miss—Too sure—to dote upon!