A Narrow Fellow In The Grass
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,–did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And…
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Tell All The Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant, Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased With explanation kind, The truth must dazzle gradually Or every man…
I Dwell In Possibility
I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors the fairest…
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
The Soul selects her own Society Then shuts the Door To her divine Majority Present no more Unmoved she notes the Chariots pausing At her low Gate Unmoved an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat I’ve known her…
A Charm Invests A Face
A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled— But peers beyond her mesh— And wishes—and denies- Lest Interview—annul a want That Image–satisfies—
A Dying Tiger Moaned For Drink
A Dying Tiger moaned for Drink I hunted all the Sand I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand His Mighty Balls in death were thick But searching I could see A Vision on…
A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned Had I secured the Glow In an Hermetic Memory It had availed me now.…
A Coffin—is A Small Domain
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth- Yet ampler than the Sun— And all the Seas He populates And Lands He looks upon …
“Heaven” Has Different Signs To Me
“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…
“Heaven”—Is What I Cannot Reach!
“Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—”Heaven” is—to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud— The interdicted Land— Behind the Hill—the House behind— There—Paradise—is found! Her teasing Purples—Afternoons— The credulous—decoy—…