Good night, because we must,
How intricate the dust!
I would go, to know!
There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man—
It hurls its barbed syllables
OUR share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Strong Draughts of Their Refresh…
To drink—enables Mine
Through Desert or the Wilderness
As bore it Sealed Wine—
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…
THERE is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
“Why do I love” You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Gra…
To answer’—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
This is the land the sunset washes…
These are the banks of the Yellow…
Where it rose, or whither it rushe…
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traff…
Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King—
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing—
Part One: Life
HE preached upon “breadth” till i…
The broad are too broad to define:
And of “truth” until it proclaimed…
The truth never flaunted a sign.
Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped Freight
Of a delivered syllable
‘Twould crumble with the weight.
Defrauded I a Butterfly—
The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Of Course—I prayed—
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird—had stamped her foot—
I FOUND the phrase to every tho…
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,—as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
To races nurtured in the dark;—