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Forget! The lady with the Amulet

Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?   Deny! Did Rose her Bee— For Privilege of Play Or Wile of Butterfly Or Opportunity—Her Lord away?   The…

Forever—it composed of Nows

Forever—it composed of Nows— ‘Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—   From this—experienced Here— Remove the Dates—to These— Let Months dissolve in further Months— And Years—exhale in Years—   Without Debate—or Pause— Or Celebrated…

Forever at His side to walk

Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood— Two lives—One Being—now—   Forever of His fate to taste— If grief—the largest part— If joy—to put my piece away For…

For this—accepted Breath

For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crown— By it—my title take— Ah, what a royal sake To my necessity—stooped down!   No Wilderness—can be Where this attendeth me— No Desert Noon— No fear of…

For every Bird a Nest

For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round—   Wherefore when boughs are free— Households in every tree— Pilgrim be found?   Perhaps a home too high— Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires—…

For each ecstatic instant

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the Ecstasy.   For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears.

For Death—or rather

For Death—or rather For the Things ‘twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—   The Things that Death will buy Are Room— Escape from Circumstances— And a Name—   With Gifts of Life How Death’s Gifts may compare— We know not—…

Flowers—Well—if anybody

Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men: Anybody find the fountain From which floods so contra flow— I will give him all the Daisies Which upon the hillside blow.   Too…

Fitter to see Him, I may be

Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to Me— With Summers, and with Winters, grow, Some passing Year—A trait bestow   To make Me fairest of the Earth— The Waiting—then—will seem so worth I shall impute with…