How firm Eternity must look

Fashioned by thy candid HandIn a moment contraband –Though to trust us – seems to usMore respectful – ‘We are Dust’ –We apologize to theeFor thine own Duplicity –

Is better than enameled RealmsOf notability.Renown perceives itselfAnd that degrades the Flower –The Daisy that has looked behindHas compromised its power –

On TimeUncertain Grasp, appreciationOf Sum—The shorter Fate—is oftener the chiefestBecauseInheritors upon a tenurePrize—

We learned to like the FireBy playing Glaciers—when a Boy—And Tinder—guessed—by powerOf Opposite—to balance Odd—If White—a Red—must be!Paralysis—our Primer—dumb—Unto Vitality!

Some shall summon Me—Mine belong Your latest Sighing—Mine—to Belt Your Eye—Not with Coins—though they be MintedFrom an Emperor’s Hand—Be my lips—the only BuckleYour low Eyes—demand—Mine to stay—when all have wandered—To devise once moreIf the Life be too surrendered—Life of Mine—restore—Poured like this—My Whole Libation—Just that You should seeBliss of Death—Life’s Bliss extol thro’Imitating You—Mine—to guard…

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.