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I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
I held a Jewel in my fingers— And went to sleep— The day was warm, and winds were prosy— I said “‘Twill keep”— I woke—and chid my honest fingers, The Gem was gone— And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all…
I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee— I will not name it in the street For shops would stare at me— That one so…
I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still— Bear within—appalling Ordnance, Fire, and smoke, and gun, Taking Villages for breakfast, And appalling Men— If the stillness is Volcanic In the human face…
I have a King, who does not speak— So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sleep, If, haply, thro’ a dream, to peep In parlors, shut by day. And if I…
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears— And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown— Learneth…
I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”— Bliss’ early shape Deforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up— Time’s possibility.
I had some things that I called mine— And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities. The property, my garden, Which having sown with care, He claims the pretty acre, And sends a Bailiff…
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And fr I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove Pushed sudden thro’ to his— Then my face take her Recompense— The looking in his Eyes— But…