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He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose— Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use— Invited Death—with bold attempt— But Death was Coy of Him As Other Men, were Coy…
He forgot—and I—remembered— ‘Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire.” “Thou wert with him”—quoth “the Damsel”? “No”—said Peter, ’twasn’t me— Jesus merely “looked” at Peter— Could I do aught else—to…
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so— And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there, And yet your…
Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church— That were not, We are sure— As lately as the Snow— And are Today—if We exist— Though how may this be so? …
Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away— Had I presumed to gain A Favor so remote— The failure but confirm the Grace In further Infinite— ‘Tis…
Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life— “Thou hast not Me, nor Me”—it said, In Moment of Reverse— “And yet Thou art industrious— No need—hadst Thou—of us”? My…
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nature—Gravitates within—Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it—Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult IdealMust achieve—Itself—Through the solitary prowessOf a Silent Life— Effort—is the sole condition—Patience of Itself—Patience of opposing forces—And intact Belief— Looking on—is the DepartmentOf its Audience—But…
Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House— And baffles quest— Grief is a Thief—quick startled— Pricks His Ear—report to hear Of that Vast Dark— That swept His Being—back— Grief is a…
Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech. When the Sea return no Answer By the Line and Lead Proves it there’s no Sea, or rather A remoter Bed?