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I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ‘Tis an instant’s play. ‘Tis a fond Ambush— Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But—should the play Prove piercing earnest— Should…
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low, Inviting to— A Portico, Where two could creep— One—hand the Tools— The other peep— To make sure All’s Asleep— Old…
I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity— The last—a scanty Number— ‘Twould scarcely fill a Two— The first—a Gnat’s Horizon Could easily outgrow—
I know a place where summer strives With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies back, Recording briefly, “Lost.” But when the south wind stirs the pools And struggles in the lanes, Her heart missives her for…
I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight again, By every sainted Bee— By Daisy called from hillside— by Bobolink from lane. Blossom and I— Her oath, and mine—…
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…