• Now summer finds her perfect prime;
      Sweet blows the wind from western calms;
    On every bower red roses climb;
      The meadows sleep in mingled balms.
    Nor stream, nor bank the wayside by,
      But lilies float and daisies throng;
    Nor space of blue and sunny sky
      That is not cleft with soaring song.
    O flowery morns, O tuneful eves,...

  • Expanse cannot be lost —

    Not Joy, but a Decree

    Is Deity —

    His Scene, Infinity —

    Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight

    Before my Beam was sown,

    Not even a Prognostic's push

    Could make a Dent thereon —


    The World that thou hast opened

    Shuts for thee,

    But...

  • "Heaven" — is what I cannot reach!

    The Apple on the Tree —

    Provided it do hopeless — hang —

    That — "Heaven" is — to Me!


    The Color, on the Cruising Cloud —

    The interdicted Land —

    Behind the Hill — the House behind —

    There — Paradise — is found!


    Her teasing Purples —...

  • I cannot be ashamed

    Because I cannot see

    The love you offer —

    Magnitude

    Reverses Modesty


    And I cannot be proud

    Because a Height so high

    Involves Alpine

    Requirements

    And Services of Snow.

  • I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold —

    There is no other in the World —

    Mine was the only one


    I was so happy I forgot

    To shut the Door And it went out

    And I am all alone —


    If I could find it Anywhere

    I would not mind the journey there

    Though it took all my store
    ...

  • I cannot dance upon my Toes —

    No Man instructed me —

    But oftentimes, among my mind,

    A Glee possesseth me,


    That had I Ballet knowledge —

    Would put itself abroad

    In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe —

    Or lay a Prima, mad,


    And though I had no Gown of Gauze —

    No...

  • I cannot live with You —

    It would be Life —

    And Life is over there —

    Behind the Shelf


    The Sexton keeps the Key to —

    Putting up

    Our Life — His Porcelain —

    Like a Cup —


    Discarded of the Housewife —

    Quaint — or Broke —

    A newer Sevres pleases —...

  • I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —

    I feel the old desire —

    A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,

    A Warrant to be fair —


    A Competition in my sense

    With something hid in Her —

    And as she vanishes, Remorse

    I saw no more of Her.

  • I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there

    Nor ever saw his house nor furniture,

    Who has invited me with him to dwell;

    But a confiding guest consult as well,

    What raiment honor him the most,

    That I be adequately dressed,

    For he insures to none

    Lest men specified adorn

    Procuring him...

  • I cannot want it more —

    I cannot want it less —

    My Human Nature's fullest force

    Expends itself on this.


    And yet it nothing is

    To him who easy owns —

    Is Worth itself or Distance

    He fathoms who obtains.