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I bring an unaccustomed wine

I bring an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my brimming eyes away,And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass—The lips I would have…

I breathed enough to take the Trick

I breathed enough to take the Trick— And now, removed from Air— I simulate the Breath, so well— That One, to be quite sure— The Lungs are stirless—must descend Among the Cunning Cells— And touch the Pantomine—Himself, How numb, the…

I asked no other thing

I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered— Brazil? He twirled a Button— Without a glance my way— “But—Madam—is there nothing else— That We can show—Today?”

I am ashamed—I hide

I am ashamed—I hide— What right have I—to be a Bride— So late a Dowerless Girl— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face— No one to teach me that new Grace— Nor introduce—my Soul— Me to adorn—How—tell— Trinket—to make Me beautiful—…

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye— Members of the Invisible, Existing, while we stare, In Leagueless Opportunity, O’ertakenless, as the Air— Why didn’t we detain…

How many Flowers fail in Wood

How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful— How many cast a nameless Pod Upon the nearest Breeze— Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight— It bear to Other Eyes—

I am alive—I guess

I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end— The Carmine—tingles warm— And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth—it blurs it— Physician’s—proof of Breath— I am alive—because I…

How the Waters closed above Him

How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to us That—is covered too— Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies Bold above the Boy Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket Sum the History—