The sky is low, the clouds are mea…
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a “Diver”—
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
If I may have it, when it’s dead,
I’ll be contented—so—
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me—
On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty
The Truth — is stirless —
Other force — may be presumed to m…
This — then — is best for confiden…
When oldest Cedars swerve —
The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
With different Delight—
Because—when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei…
The name They dropped upon my fac…
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree—
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—
SHE rose to his requirement, drop…
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.
I GAVE myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.
The Battle fought between the Sou…
And No Man—is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent—
By far the Greater One—
Whose Pink career may have a clos…
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet.