It ceased to hurt me, though so sl…
I could not feel the Anguish go—
But only knew by looking back—
That something—had benumbed the T…
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb—
Or Dome of Worm—
Or Porch of Gnome—
I should not dare to leave my frie…
Because—because if he should die
While I was gone—and I—too late—
Should reach the Heart that wante…
In Winter in my Room
I came upon a Worm—
Pink, lank and warm—
But as he was a worm
We learned the Whole of Love—
The Alphabet—the Words—
A Chapter—then the mighty Book—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str…
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m…
Oh the Earth was made for lovers,…
For sighing, and gentle whispering…
All things do go a courting, in ea…
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni…
Power to perceive His Process
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,
How fortunate the Grave—
All Prizes to obtain—
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.
Prayer is the little implement
Through which Men reach
Where Presence—is denied them.
They fling their Speech
“Sic transit gloria mundi,”
“How doth the busy bee,”
“Dum vivimus vivamus,”
I stay mine enemy!
Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Why, God, would be content
With but a fraction of the Life—
Poured thee, without a stint—
The Zeroes’—taught us’—Phosphorou…
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers’—when a Boy’—
And Tinder’—guessed’—by power
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,