I’m ceded’—I’ve stopped being The…
The name They dropped upon my fac…
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.
To such, if they should whisper
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air am I,
I tie my Hat’—I crease my Shawl’…
Life’s little duties do’—precisely…
As the very least
Were infinite’—to me’—
Distrustful of the Gentian—
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy—
I YEARS had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine
I TOOK my power in my hand
And went against the world;
’T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myself
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell…
Tell him the page I didn’t write;
Tell him I only said the syntax,
And left the verb and the pronoun…
Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
Between My Country’—and the Othe…
There is a Sea’—
But Flowers’—negotiate between us…
One Life of so much Consequence!
Yet I—for it—would pay—
My Soul’s entire income—
God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
And failed—and all the Summer lau…
But just before the Snows
SOME things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
Of “Potose,” and the mines!
Reverently, to the Hungry
Of your viands, and your wines!
Morning’—is the place for Dew’—
Corn’—is made at Noon’—
After dinner light’—for flowers’—
Dukes’—for Setting Sun!