•   I Have been here before,
        But when or how I cannot tell:
      I know the grass beyond the door,
        The sweet keen smell,
    The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

      You have been mine before,—
        How long ago I may not know:
      But just when at that swallow’s soar
        Your neck turned so,
    Some veil did fall,—I...

  • Facts by our side are never sudden

    Until they look around

    And then they scare us like a spectre

    Protruding from the Ground —


    The height of our portentous Neighbor

    We never know —

    Till summoned to his recognition

    By an Adieu —


    Adieu for whence

    The sage...

  • The Infinite a sudden Guest

    Has been assumed to be —

    But how can that stupendous come

    Which never went away?