These Fevered Days - to take the…
Where Waters cool around the moss…
And shade is all that devastates t…
Seems it sometimes this would be a…
You love the Lord’—you cannot see…
You write Him’—every day’—
A little note’—when you awake’—
And further in the Day.
If any sink, assure that this, now…
Failed like Themselves—and consci…
Grew by the Fact, and not the Und…
How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
’Tis good—the looking back on Gri…
To re-endure a Day—
We thought the Mighty Funeral—
Of All Conceived Joy—
One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.
I meant to tell her how I longed
I could suffice for Him, I knew—
He—could suffice for Me—
Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both
A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky—
If I could bribe them by a Rose
I’d bring them every flower that g…
From Amherst to Cashmere!
I would not stop for night, or sto…
SHE rose to his requirement, drop…
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.
If aught she missed in her new day
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I 'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
A power of butterfly must be
Of Brussels—it was not—
Of Kidderminster? Nay—
The Winds did buy it of the Woods…
They—sold it unto me
It was a gentle price—
In falling Timbers buried—
There breathed a Man—
Outside—the spades—were plying—
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
What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?