There is another sky,Ever serene and fair,And there is another sunshine,Though it be darkness there;Never mind faded forests, Austin,Never mind silent fields -Here is a little forest,Whose leaf is ever green;Here is a brighter garden,Where not a frost has been;In its unfading flowersI hear the bright bee hum:Prithee, my brother,Into my garden come!
If those I loved were lostThe Crier's voice would tell me --If those I loved were foundThe bells of Ghent would ring --Did those I loved reposeThe Daisy would impel me.Philip -- when bewilderedBore his riddle in!
You love me -- you are sure --I shall not fear mistake --I shall not cheated wake --Some grinning morn --To find the Sunrise left --And Orchards -- unbereft --And Dollie -- gone!I need not start -- you're sure --That night will never be --When frightened -- home to Thee I run --To find the windows dark --And no more Dollie -- mark --Quite none?Be sure you're sure -- you know --I'll bear it better now --If you'll just tell me so --Than when -- a little dull Balm grown --Over this pain of mine --
Because I could not stop for Death --He kindly stopped for me --The Carriage held but just Ourselves --And Immortality.We slowly drove -- He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility --We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess -- in the Ring --We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain --We passed the Setting Sun --Or rather -- He passed Us --The Dews drew quivering and chill --For only Gossamer, my Gown --My Tippet -- only Tulle --We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground --The Roof was scarcely visible --The Cornice -- in the Ground --Since then -- 'tis Centuries -- and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses' HeadsWere toward Eternity --
To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie --True Poems flee --
Nobody knows this little Rose --It might a pilgrim beDid I not take it from the waysAnd lift it up to thee.Only a Bee will miss it --Only a Butterfly,Hastening from far journey --On its breast to lie --Only a Bird will wonder --Only a Breeze will sigh --Ah Little Rose -- how easyFor such as thee to die!
I'm Nobody! Who are you?Are you -- Nobody -- Too?Then there's a pair of us!Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!How public -- like a Frog --To tell one's name -- the livelong June --To an admiring Bog!
"Faith" is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see --But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency.
I have a Bird in springWhich for myself doth sing --The spring decoys.And as the summer nears --And as the Rose appears,Robin is gone.Yet do I not repineKnowing that Bird of mineThough flown --Learneth beyond the seaMelody new for meAnd will return.Fast is a safer handHeld in a truer LandAre mine --And though they now depart,Tell I my doubting heartThey're thine.In a serener Bright,In a more golden lightI seeEach little doubt and fear,Each little discord hereRemoved.Then will I not repine,Knowing that Bird of mineThough flownShall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap'st what thou hast sown.Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest seeSix true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!Then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower,And give her what she asketh, jewel, or bird, or flower --And bring the fife, and trumpet, and beat upon the drum --And bid the world Goodmorrow, and go to glory home!
There is a wordWhich bears a swordCan pierce an armed man --It hurls its barbed syllablesAnd is mute again --But where it fellThe saved will tellOn patriotic day,Some epauletted BrotherGave his breath away.Wherever runs the breathless sun --Wherever roams the day --There is its noiseless onset --There is its victory!Behold the keenest marksman!The most accomplished shot!Time's sublimest targetIs a soul "forgot!"
We lose -- because we win --Gamblers -- recollecting whichToss their dice again!
If I should die,And you should live --And time should gurgle on --And morn should beam --And noon should burn --As it has usual done --If Birds should build as earlyAnd Bees as bustling go --One might depart at optionFrom enterprise below!'Tis sweet to know that stocks will standWhen we with Daisies lie --That Commerce will continue --And Trades as briskly fly --It makes the parting tranquilAnd keeps the soul serene --That gentlemen so sprightlyConduct the pleasing scene!
Snow flakes.I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig!
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --The Stillness in the RoomWas like the Stillness in the Air --Between the Heaves of Storm --The Eyes around -- had wrung them dry --And Breaths were gathering firmFor that last Onset -- when the KingBe witnessed -- in the Room --I willed my Keepsakes -- Signed awayWhat portion of me beAssignable -- and then it wasThere interposed a Fly --With Blue -- uncertain stumbling Buzz --Between the light -- and me --And then the Windows failed -- and thenI could not see to see --
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 VictoryAs he defeated -- dying --On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBurst agonized and clear!
Her -- "last Poems" --Poets -- ended --Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue --Not on Record -- bubbled other,Flute -- or Woman --So divine --Not unto its Summer -- MorningRobin -- uttered Half the Tune --Gushed too free for the Adoring --From the Anglo-Florentine --Late -- the Praise --'Tis dull -- conferringOn the Head too High to Crown --Diadem -- or Ducal Showing --Be its Grave -- sufficient sign --Nought -- that We -- No Poet's Kinsman --Suffocate -- with easy woe --What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom --Put Her down -- in Italy?
On this wondrous seaSailing silently,Ho! Pilot, ho!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers roar --Where the storm is o'er?In the peaceful westMany the sails at rest --The anchors fast --Thither I pilot thee --Land Ho! Eternity!Ashore at last!
The earth has many keys,Where melody is notIs the unknown peninsula.Beauty is nature's fact.But witness for her land,And witness for her sea,The cricket is her utmostOf elegy to me.
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --'Tis dimmer than a Lace --No stature has it, like a FogWhen you approach the place --Nor any voice imply it hereOr intimate it thereA spirit -- how doth it accost --What function hat the Air?This limitless HyperboleEach one of us shall be --'Tis Drama -- if HypothesisIt be not Tragedy --
Heart! We will forget him!You and I -- tonight!You may forget the warmth he gave --I will forget the light!When you have done, pray tell meThat I may straight begin!Haste! lest while you're laggingI remember him!
Much Madness is divinest Sense --To a discerning Eye --Much Sense -- the starkest Madness --'Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail --Assent -- and you are sane --Demur -- you're straightway dangerous --And handled with a Chain --
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind --
"Sic transit gloria mundi,""How doth the busy bee,""Dum vivimus vivamus,"I stay mine enemy!Oh "veni, vidi, vici!"Oh caput cap-a-pie!And oh "memento mori"When I am far from thee!Hurrah for Peter Parley!Hurrah for Daniel Boone!Three cheers, sir, for the gentlemanWho first observed the moon!Peter, put up the sunshine;Patti, arrange the stars;Tell Luna, tea is waiting,And call your brother Mars!Put down the apple, Adam,And come away with me,So shalt thou have a pippinFrom off my father's tree!I climb the "Hill of Science,"I "view the landscape o'er;"Such transcendental prospect,I ne'er beheld before!Unto the LegislatureMy country bids me go;I'll take my india rubbers,In case the wind should blow!During my education,It was announced to meThat gravitation, stumbling,Fell from an apple tree!The earth upon an axisWas once supposed to turn,By way of a gymnasticIn honor of the sun!It was the brave Columbus,A sailing o'er the tide,Who notified the nationsOf where I would reside!Mortality is fatal --Gentility is fine,Rascality, heroic,Insolvency, sublime!Our Fathers being weary,Laid down on Bunker Hill;And tho' full many a morning,Yet they are sleeping still, --The trumpet, sir, shall wake them,In dreams I see them rise,Each with a solemn musketA marching to the skies!A coward will remain, Sir,Until the fight is done;But an immortal heroWill take his hat, and run!Good bye, Sir, I am going;My country calleth me;Allow me, Sir, at parting,To wipe my weeping e'e.In token of our friendshipAccept this "Bonnie Doon,"And when the hand that plucked itHath passed beyond the moon,The memory of my ashesWill consolation be;Then, farewell, Tuscarora,And farewell, Sir, to thee!
Sleep is supposed to beBy souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to beBy people of degreeThe breaking of the Day.Morning has not occurred!That shall Aurora be --East of Eternity --One with the banner gay --One in the red array --That is the break of Day!
The Soul selects her own Society --Then -- shuts the Door --To her divine Majority --Present no more --Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing --At her low Gate --Unmoved -- an Emperor be kneelingUpon her Mat --I've known her -- from an ample nation --Choose One --Then -- close the Valves of her attention --Like Stone --
After great pain, a formal feeling comes --The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,And Yesterday, or Centuries before?The Feet, mechanical, go round --Of Ground, or Air, or Ought --A Wooden wayRegardless grown,A Quartz contentment, like a stone --This is the Hour of Lead --Remembered, if outlived,As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading -- treading -- till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through --And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum --Kept beating -- beating -- till I thoughtMy Mind was going numb --And then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith those same Boots of Lead, again,Then Space -- began to toll,As all the Heavens were a Bell,And Being, but an Ear,And I, and Silence, some strange RaceWrecked, solitary, here --And then a Plank in Reason, broke,And I dropped down, and down --And hit a World, at every plunge,And Finished knowing -- then --
I started Early -- Took my Dog --And visited the Sea --The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me --And Frigates -- in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands --Presuming Me to be a Mouse --Aground -- upon the Sands --But no Man moved Me -- till the TideWent past my simple Shoe --And past my Apron -- and my Belt --And past my Bodice -- too --And made as He would eat me up --As wholly as a DewUpon a Dandelion's Sleeve --And then -- I started -- too --And He -- He followed -- close behind --I felt his Silver HeelUpon my Ankle -- Then my ShoesWould overflow with Pearl --Until We met the Solid Town --No One He seemed to know --And bowing -- with a Mighty look --At me -- The Sea withdrew --
"Hope" is the thing with feathers --That perches in the soul --And sings the tune without the words --And never stops -- at all --And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --And sore must be the storm --That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm --I've heard it in the chillest land --And on the strangest Sea --Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb -- of Me.
The feet of people walking homeWith gayer sandals go --The Crocus -- til she risesThe Vassal of the snow --The lips at HallelujahLong years of practise boreTil bye and bye these BargemenWalked singing on the shore.Pearls are the Diver's farthingsExtorted from the Sea --Pinions -- the Seraph's wagonPedestrian once -- as we --Night is the morning's CanvasLarceny -- legacy --Death, but our rapt attentionTo Immortality.My figures fail to tell meHow far the Village lies --Whose peasants are the Angels --Whose Cantons dot the skies --My Classics veil their faces --My faith that Dark adores --Which from its solemn abbeysSuch ressurection pours.
She slept beneath a tree --Remembered but by me.I touched her Cradle mute --She recognized the foot --Put on her carmine suitAnd see!
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