The Savior must have been

I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms—It had the Tassels on—I thought how yellow it would look—When Richard went to mill—And then, I wanted to get out,But something held my will.I thought just how Red—Apples wedgedThe Stubble’s joints between—And the Carts stooping round the fieldsTo take the Pumpkins in—I wondered…

That’s Summer—Such as These—the PearlsShe fetches—such as Me

‘Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.‘Tis Transport wild as thrills the GravesWhen Cerements let goAnd Creatures clad in MiracleGo up by Two and Two.

Yet Man has not of all the ThrongA Curiosity.

And I’m accustomed to him grown,–He hurts a little, though.I thought if I could only liveTill that first shout got by,Not all pianos in the woodsHad power to mangle me.I dared not meet the daffodils,For fear their yellow gownWould pierce me with a fashionSo foreign to my own.I wished the grass would hurry,So when ‘t…

Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity—Inadequate—were Life—‘Thou hast not Me, nor Me’—it said,In Moment of Reverse—‘And yet Thou art industrious—No need—hadst Thou—of us’?My need—was all I had—I said—The need did not reduce—Because the food—exterminate—The hunger—does not cease—But diligence—is sharper—Proportioned to the Chance—To feed upon the Retrograde—Enfeebles—the Advance—