Poems
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“Out from behind this mask”
To Confront His Own Portrait for “The Wound Dresser” in “Leaves of Grass” / OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut mask, / These lights and shades, this drama of the whole, … -
“Over the hill to the poor-house”
Over the hill to the poor-house I ’m trudgin’ my weary way— / I, a woman of seventy, and only a trifle gray— / I, who am smart an’ chipper, for all the years I ’ve told, … -
“Pack clouds away”
Pack clouds away, and welcome day, / With night we banish sorrow; / Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, … -
“Phillis is my only joy”
Phillis is my only joy / Faithless as the wind or seas; / Sometimes coming, sometimes coy, … -
“Rock of Ages”
“Such hymns are never forgotten. They cling to us through our whole life. We carry them with us upon our journey. We sing them in the forest. The workman follows the plough with sacred songs. Children catch them, and singing only for the joy it gives them now, are yet laying up for all their life… -
“Sad is our youth, for it is ever going”
Sad is our youth, for it is ever going, / Crumbling away beneath our very feet; / Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing … -
“Said I not so?”
Said I not so,—that I would sin no more? / Witness, my God, I did; / Yet I am run again upon the score: … -
“Shall I compare thee?”
Sonnet Xviii. / shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate: … -
“She died in beauty”
She died in beauty,—like a rose / Blown from its parent stem; / She died in beauty,—like a pearl … -
“She was a phantom of delight”
She was a phantom of delight / When first she gleamed upon my sight; / A lovely apparition, sent …
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