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I am ashamed—I hide— What right have I—to be a Bride— So late a Dowerless Girl— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face— No one to teach me that new Grace— Nor introduce—my Soul— Me to adorn—How—tell— Trinket—to make Me beautiful—…
How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder By the Wizard Sun— How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet Till the Ball is full— Have I the lip of…
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye— Members of the Invisible, Existing, while we stare, In Leagueless Opportunity, O’ertakenless, as the Air— Why didn’t we detain…
How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful— How many cast a nameless Pod Upon the nearest Breeze— Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight— It bear to Other Eyes—
I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end— The Carmine—tingles warm— And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth—it blurs it— Physician’s—proof of Breath— I am alive—because I…
How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to us That—is covered too— Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies Bold above the Boy Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket Sum the History—
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine— I knew last night—when someone tried to twine— Thinking—perhaps—that I looked tired—or alone— Or breaking—almost—with unspoken pain— And I turned—ducal— That right—was thine— One port—suffices—for a Brig—like mine— Ours be the tossing—wild though the…
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears— Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone,…