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I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize. He stood as near As stood you here— A pace had been between— Did but a snake bisect…
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven. Yet certain am I of the spot As if…
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels—twice descending Reimbursed my store— Burglar! Banker—Father! I am poor once more!
I never hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars, — Only to fail again!
I never felt at Home—Below—- And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home—I know— I don’t like Paradise— Because it’s Sunday—all the time— And Recess—never comes— And Eden’ll be so lonesome Bright Wednesday Afternoons— If God could…
I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid! But sure I am he Ermine wore Beneath his faded Jacket’s blue— And sure I…
I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even— But since the last—included both— It would suffice my Prayer But just for One—to stipulate— And Grace would grant…
I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine— I meant to tell Her how I longed For just this single time— But Death had told Her so the…
I many times thought Peace had come When Peace was far away— As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land— At Centre of the Sea— And struggle slacker—but to prove As hopelessly as I— How many the fictitious Shores— Before the…
I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control— He holds superior in the Sky Or gropes, at my Command Behind inferior Clouds—or round A Mist’s slow Colonnade— But…