Like eyes that looked on Wastes—
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank—and steady Wilderness—
Diversified by Night—
A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'…
To meet an Antique Book’—
In just the Dress his Century wor…
A privilege’—I think’—
She went as quiet as the Dew
From an Accustomed flower.
Not like the Dew, did she return
At the Accustomed hour!
Like Flowers, that heard the news…
But never deemed the dripping priz…
Awaited their—low Brows—
Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
Peace is a fiction of our Faith—
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.
The show is not the show,
But they that go.
Menagerie to me
My neighbor be.
Robbed by Death—but that was easy…
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing—
Robbed by Liberty
The Soul selects her own Society—
Then—shuts the Door—
To her divine Majority—
Present no more—
Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Many a phrase has the English lan…
I have heard but one—
Low as the laughter of the Cricke…
Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
Unto the Daisy low—
Transported with Compassion
That such a Doll should grow
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…
“Why do I love” You, Sir?
The Wind does not require the Gra…
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person…
I would not be -
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie -
Truth is good Health - and Safet…