Category Poem

Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon. Eclipses be—predicted— And Science bows them in— But do one face us suddenly— Jehovah’s Watch—is wrong.

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were…

Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whippoorwill And Oriole—are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o’er! Pray gather me— Anemone— Thy flower—forevermore!

Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain— No Sinew can afford— The Cargo of Themselves— Too infinite for Consciousness’ Slow capabilities.

Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning— Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture— Stone of stolid Boy— Nor a Sportsman’s Peradventure— Who mine Enemy? Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit— All my Mansion torn—…

Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine— To go elastic—Or as One The Camel’s trait—attained— How powerful the Stimulus Of an Hermetic Mind—

Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music — Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled — Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old. Loose the Flood — you shall find it patent…

“Speech”—is a prank of Parliament— “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest freight on— Doesn’t—always—move—

“Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself I’d notice nobody! “Sown in corruption”! Not so fast! Apostle is askew! Corinthians 1. 15. narrates A Circumstance or two!