Because 'twas Riches I could own,

Myself had earned it — Me,

I knew the Dollars by their names —

It feels like Poverty


An Earldom out of sight to hold,

An Income in the Air,

Possession — has a...

Poet:

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 haste,

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,...

Poet:

Could Hope inspect her Basis

Her Craft were done —

Has a fictitious Charter

Or it has none —


Balked in the vastest instance

But to renew —

Felled by but one assassin —

Prosperity —...

Poet:

Could I — then — shut the door —

Lest my beseeching face — at last —

Rejected — be — of Her?

Poet:

Could — I do more — for Thee —

Wert Thou a Bumble Bee —

Since for the Queen, have I —

Nought but Bouquet?

Poet:

Extol thee — could I? Then I will

By saying nothing new —

But just the truest truth

That thou art heavenly.


Perceiving thee is evidence

That we are of the sky

Partaking thee a guaranty

Of...

Poet:

Falsehood of Thee could I suppose

'Twould undermine the Sill

To which my Faith pinned Block by Block

Her Cedar Citadel.

Poet:

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...

Poet:

I could die — to know —

'Tis a trifling knowledge —

News-Boys salute the Door —

Carts — joggle by —

Morning's bold face — stares in the window —

Were but mine — the Charter of the least Fly —


Houses...

Poet:

I could not drink it, Sweet,

Till You had tasted first,

Though cooler than the Water was

The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.

Poet: