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Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling…
A Deed knocks first at Thought And then — it knocks at Will — That is the manufacturing spot And Will at Home and well It then goes out an Act Or is entombed so still That only to the…
Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine A Chance’s faintest Tincture And in the former Dram Enchantment makes ingredient As certainly as Doom—
If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That’s a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift…
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And…
If What we could—were what we would— Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring— Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip—when bewildered Bore his riddle in!
If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is “sleep,” On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!…
If the foolish, call them “flowers”— Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well! Those who read the “Revelations” Must not criticize Those who read the same Edition— With beclouded Eyes! Could we stand…
If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she is of the dew— I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole— And send…