He was my host - he was my guest, I never to this day If I invited him could tell, Or he invited me. So infinite our intercourse So intimate, indeed, Analysis as capsule seemed To keeper of the seed.
Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved - The Site - of it - by Architect Could not again be proved - 'Tis vast - as our Capacity - As fair - as our idea - To Him of adequate desire ...
Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver". Her brow is fit for thrones - But I had not a crest. Her heart is fit for home - I - a sparrow - build there Sweet of twigs and twine M...
Her face was in a bed of hair, Like flowers in a plot - Her hand was whiter than the sperm That feeds the sacred light. Her tongue more tender than the tune That totters in the leaves - Who hears may ...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed. She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging at her Back - Life's empty Pack is heaviest, As every Porter knows - In vain to punish Honey - I...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles - The Dimples ran along - And still it hurt you, as some Bird Did hoist herself, to sing, Then recollect a Ball, she got - And hold upon the Twig, Convulsive, wh...
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie - When, stirring, for Belief's delight, My Bride had slipped away - If 'twas a Dream - made solid - just The Heaven to confirm - Or if ...
High from the earth I heard a bird; He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation Nature had left behi...
His Heart was darker than the starless night For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn.
His Mind like Fabrics of the East - Displayed to the despair Of everyone but here and there An humble Purchaser - For though his price was not of Gold - More arduous there is - That one should compreh...
Ho condotto una ben dura esistenza, dal giorno che ho cessato di udir la tua voce. Ma tu devi perdonarmi: perché ho lottato solo per te.
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out - Of this electric adjunct Not anything is known But it's unique momentum Embellish all we own.
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...
How brittle are the Piers On which our Faith doth tread - No Bridge below doth totter so - Yet none hath such a Crowd. It is as old as God - Indeed - 'twas built by him - He sent his Son to test the P...
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with the year! - Paid all that life had earned In one consummate bill. And now, what life or death c...
How fortunate the Grave - All Prizes to obtain - Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom Keeps making November difficult Till I who was almost bold Lose my way like a little...
How Human Nature dotes On what it cant detect - The moment that a Plot is plumbed It's meaning is extinct - Prospective is the friend Reserved for us to know When Constancy is clarified Of Curiosity -...
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 Frei...
How much the present moment means To those who've nothing more - The Fop - the Carp - the Atheist - Stake an entire store Upon a Moment's shallow Rim While their commuted Feet The Torrents of Eternity...
How soft a Caterpillar steps - I find one on my Hand From such a Velvet world it came - Such plushes at command It's soundless travels just arrest My slow - terrestrial eye - Intent upon it's own care...
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...
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 - pro...
I asked no other thing - No other - was denied - I offered Being - for it - The Mighty Merchant sneered - Brazil? He twirled a Button - Without a glance my way - "But - Madam - is there nothing e...
I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, they essay, I turn my brimming eyes away, And come next hour to look. The hands still ...
