So proud she was to die

At any other period.When March is scarcely hereA color stands abroadOn solitary hillsThat science cannot overtake,But human naturefeels.It waits upon the lawn;It shows the furthest treeUpon the furthest slope we know;It almost speaks to me.Then, as horizons step,Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound,It passes, and we stay:A quality of lossAffecting our content,As trade…

His Twin identityAnd will endure as long as HeA Co-Eternity—And perish on the DayHimself is borne awayFrom Mansion of the UniverseA lifeless Deity.

I heard a Woman say‘Poor Child’—and something in her voiceConvicted me—of me—So long I fainted, to myselfIt seemed the common way,And Health, and Laughter, Curious things—To look at, like a Toy—To sometimes hear ‘Rich people’ buyAnd see the Parcel rolled—And carried, I supposed—to Heaven,For children, made of Gold—But not to touch, or wish for,Or think…

A whip, so small you could not see it,I’ve knownTo lash the magic creatureTill it fell,Yet that whip’s name too nobleThen to tell.Magnanimous of birdBy boy descried,To sing unto the stoneOf which it died.Next: The Only News I know

Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so—And nobody knows, so still it flows,That any brook is there,And yet your little draught of lifeIs daily drunken there—Why, look out for the little brook in March,When the rivers overflow,And the snows come hurrying from the fills,And the bridges often go—And later,…

Yet Both so well knew meThey startled, like ExecutorsOf My identity.Yet Neither told—that I could learn—My Secret as secureAs Herschel’s private interestOr Mercury’s affair—