That only lasts an hour
How much '— how little '— is
Within our power
I held a Jewel in my fingers’—
And went to sleep’—
The day was warm, and winds were p…
I said 'Twill keep’—
I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
When One has given up One’s life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
A Coffin’—is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
Not probable’—The barest Chance’—
A smile too few’—a word too much
And far from Heaven as the Rest’—
The Soul so close on Paradise’—
The Soul’s Superior instants
Occur to Her—alone—
When friend—and Earth’s occasion
Have infinite withdrawn—
I ASKED no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil? He twirled a button,
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
Over the fence—
Over the fence—
I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Absent Place—an April Day—
To the Souls that snow—
Have any like Myself
New Houses on the Hill descried—
And possibly a Church—
Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
MINE by the right of the white e…
Mine by the royal seal!
Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr…
Bars cannot conceal!
Mine, here in vision and in veto!
My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.
To such, if they should whisper
A door just opened on a street—
I, lost, was passing by—
An instant’s width of warmth discl…
And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I,