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I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain— But He who weigheth—While the Rest— Expend their furthest pound— Of this Man—I am wary— I fear that He is Grand—
I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills That gaze upon His journey— How easy All can see What is forbidden utterly As Heaven—unto me! I envy Nests…
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though— I thought If I could only live Till that first Shout got by— Not all Pianos in the Woods…
I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining room— He questioned softly “Why I failed”? “For Beauty”, I replied— “And I—for Truth—Themself are One— We Brethren, are”,…
I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then A Desert—find— And My Horizon blocks With steady—drifting—Grains Of unconjectured quantity— As Asiatic Rains— Nor this—defeat my Pace— It hinder from the West…
I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her voice Convicted me—of me— So long I fainted, to myself It seemed the common way, And Health, and Laughter, Curious things— To look at,…
I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity— “Would I be Whole” He sudden broached— My syllable rebelled— ‘Twas face to face with Nature—forced— ‘Twas face to face with God— Withdrew the…
I could not prove the Years had feet— Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done— I find my feet have further Goals— I smile upon the Aims That felt so ample—Yesterday—…
I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfulness of Thirst.
I could die—to know— ‘Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by— Morning’s bold face—stares in the window— Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly— Houses hunch the House With their Brick Shoulders— Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—…