And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.
And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away
There's Ransom in a Voice --
But Silence is Infinity.
The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite --
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Tomorrow, night will come again --
Perhaps, weary and sore --
Ah Bugle!
Robins, in the tradition
Did cover such with leaves,
But which the cheek --
And which the pall
My scrutiny deceives.
It has no Future -- but itself --
Its Infinite contain
Its Past -- enlightened to perceive
New Periods -- of Pain.
The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none --
Of Heaven, easing Analysis,
Since Heaven and He are one.
Or a leaving Home, or later,
Parting with a World
We have understood for better
Still to be explained.
An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life -- had done -- before it --
Yet -- there is a Science more --
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast --
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!
Faith is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not .
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies.
Nods from the Gilded pointers --
Nods from the Seconds slim --
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life --
And Him --
The Sweeping up the Heart
And putting Love away
We shall not want to use again
Until Eternity.
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday --
On fence -- and Roof -- and Twig!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
Thy sacred emblems to partake --
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
Crowns of Life" are servile Prizes
To the stately Heart,
Given for the Giving, solely,
No Emolument.
There came a wind like a bugle It quivered through the grass.
Peter, put up the sunshine;
Patti, arrange the stars;
Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars!
We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing Eyes I wonder if It weighs like Mine Or has an Easier size.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
I had no time to Hate --
Because
The Grave would hinder Me --
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish -- Enmity --
Double Estate -- entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir --
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Than Heaven more remote,
For Heaven is the root,
But these the flitted seed.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --
Permit a child to join.
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. Gods residence is next to mine His furniture is love.
My flowers turn from Forums --
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato couldn't prove me
Except the birds were here!
I had some things that I called mine --
And God, that he called his,
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.
When Choice of Life -- is past --
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate --
AFRAID Of whom am I afraid Not death for who is he The porter of my fathers lodge As much abasheth me.
Next time, to tarry,
While the Ages steal --
Slow tramp the Centuries,
And the Cycles wheel!
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
The station of the parties
Forbids publicity,
But Justice is sublimer
Than arms, or pedigree.
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's Eve --
Less skillful than Le Verriere
It's sorer to believe!
A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
But who am I,
To tell the pretty secret
Of the Butterfly!
My life closed twice before its close It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me
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