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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s delight, My Bride had slipped away— If ’twas a Dream—made solid—just The Heaven to confirm— Or if Myself were dreamed of Her—…
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too— But for Holiday ‘Tis more pitiful Endeavor Than did Loaded Sea O’er the Curls attempt to caper It had cast away— Never Bride had…
Her smile was shaped like other smiles— The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bird Did hoist herself, to sing, Then recollect a Ball, she got— And hold upon the Twig, Convulsive, while the Music broke—…
Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
Her final Summer was it— And yet We guessed it not— If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought A further force of life Developed from within— When Death lit all the shortness up It made the hurry plain— …
Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home— I—a Sparrow—build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial…
Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved— ‘Tis vast—as our Capacity— As fair—as our idea— To Him of adequate desire No further ’tis, than Here—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the World And settles in the Hills— An Awe if it should…
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune— A careless snatch—a ballad—A ditty of the street— Yet to my irritated Ear An Anodyne so sweet— It was as if a…
He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home— Cannot perish, though it fail Every second time— But defaced Vicariously— For Some Other Shame—