• Speechless sorrow sat with me;
    I was sighing wearily;
    Lamp and fire were out; the rain
    Wildly beat the window-pane.
    In the dark I heard a knock,
    And a hand was on the lock;
    One in waiting spake to me,
      Saying sweetly,
    “I am come to sup with thee.”

    All my room was dark and damp:
    “Sorrow,” said I, “trim the lamp,...

  • One day there entered at my chamber door
    A presence whose light footfall on the floor
    No token gave; and, ere I could withstand,
    Within her clasp she drew my trembling hand.

    “Intrusive guest,” I cried, “my palm I lend
    But to the gracious pressure of a friend!
    Why comest thou, unbidden and in gloom,
    Trailing thy cold gray garments in my...

  • St. Helena Island, South Carolina, in 1863
    I WAS young and “Harry” was strong,
    The summer was bursting from sky and plain,
    Thrilling our blood as we bounded along,—
    When a picture flashed, and I dropped the rein.

    A black sea-creek, with snaky run
    Slipping through low green leagues of sedge,
    An ebbing tide, and a setting sun;
    A...

  • As children bid the guest good-night,

    And then reluctant turn,

    My flowers raise their pretty lips,

    Then put their nightgowns on.


    As children caper when they wake,

    Merry that it is morn,

    My flowers from a hundred cribs...

  • Guest am I to have

    Light my northern room

    Why to cordiality so averse to come

    Other friends adjourn

    Other bonds decay

    Why avoid so narrowly

    My fidelity —

  • 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.

  • The Guest is gold and crimson —

    An Opal guest and gray —

    Of Ermine is his doublet —

    His Capuchin gay —


    He reaches town at nightfall —

    He stops at every door —

    Who looks for him at morning

    I pray him too — explore

    The Lark's pure territory —

    Or the Lapwing's shore...

  • The Infinite a sudden Guest

    Has been assumed to be —

    But how can that stupendous come

    Which never went away?

  • The Soul that hath a Guest

    Doth seldom go abroad —

    Diviner Crowd at Home —

    Obliterate the need —


    And Courtesy forbid

    A Host's departure when

    Upon Himself be visiting

    The Emperor of Men —