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“Faith” Is A Fine Invention
“Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
“Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
‘Nature’ is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows—and Do not You— And We know not— Enough for Us The Wisdom…
There is a pain — so utter — It swallows substance up — Then covers the Abyss with Trance — So Memory can step Around — across — upon it — As one within a Swoon — Goes safely —…
I like to see it lap the Miles – And lick the Valleys up – And stop to feed itself at Tanks – And then – prodigious step Around a Pile of Mountains – And supercilious peer In Shanties…
I taste a liquor never brewed—From Tankards scooped in Pearl—Not all the Frankfort BerriesYield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air—am I—And Debauchee of Dew—Reeling—thro’ endless summer days—From inns of molten Blue— When “Landlords” turn the drunken BeeOut of the Foxglove’s…
Wild nights—Wild nights!Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury! Futile—the winds—To a Heart in port—Done with the Compass—Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden—Ah—the Sea!Might I but moor—tonight—In thee!
A Bird, came down the Walk—He did not know I saw—He bit an Angle Worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw, And then, he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass—And then hopped sidewise to the WallTo let a Beetle pass—…
Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne’er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need. Not one of all the purple HostWho took the Flag todayCan tell the definitionSo clear of victory As he defeated—dying—On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBurst…
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And…