Ah, Moon’—and Star!
You are very far’—
But were no one
Farther than you’—
I could bring You Jewels’—had I…
But You have enough’—of those’—
I could bring You Odors from St.…
Colors’—from Vera Cruz’—
Away from Home are some and I’—
An Emigrant to be
In a Metropolis of Homes
Is easy, possibly’—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By strech of limb or stir of lid,—
An independent one.
Was ever idleness like this?
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
For treason not of His, but Life’…
Gone Westerly, Today—
WITHIN my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village…
Sauntered as soft away!
I’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t t…
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem—
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
“Morning”'—means “Milking”'—to th…
Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’—
Dice’—to the Maid’—
Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
Just revelation’—to the Beloved’—
To make a prairie it takes a clove…
One clover, and a bee.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
We like March, his shoes are purp…
He is new and high;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,
Makes he forest dry;
Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
I rose’—because He sank’—
I thought it would be opposite’—
But when his power dropped’—
My Soul grew straight.
Dare you see a Soul at the White…
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the Fire’s common tint—
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
The power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push his Picture—
Presumptuous of Your Place—