• The farthest Thunder that I heard

    Was nearer than the Sky

    And rumbles still, though torrid Noons

    Have lain their missiles by —

    The Lightning that preceded it

    Struck no one but myself —

    But I would not exchange the Bolt

    For all the rest of Life —

    Indebtedness to Oxygen

    ...

  • The fascinating chill that music leaves

    Is Earth's corroboration

    Of Ecstasy's impediment —

    'Tis Rapture's germination

    In timid and tumultuous soil

    A fine — estranging creature —

    To something upper wooing us

    But not to our Creator —

  • The feet of people walking home -

    With gayer sandals go -

    The Crocus, till she rises

    The Vassal of the snow -


    The lips at Hallelujah

    Long years of practise bore -

    Till bye and bye these Bargemen

    Walked singing, on the shore.


    Pearls are the Diver's farthings -
    ...

  • The Fingers of the Light

    Tapped soft upon the Town

    With "I am great and cannot wait

    So therefore let me in."


    "You're soon," the Town replied,

    "My Faces are asleep —

    But swear, and I will let you by,

    You will not wake them up."


    The easy Guest complied

    But...

  • The first Day that I was a Life

    I recollect it — How still —

    That last Day that I was a Life

    I recollect it — as well —


    'Twas stiller — though the first

    Was still —

    "Twas empty — but the first

    Was full —


    This — was my finallest Occasion —

    But then
    ...

  • The first Day's Night had come —

    And grateful that a thing

    So terrible — had been endured —

    I told my Soul to sing —


    She said her Strings were snapt —

    Her Bow — to Atoms blown —

    And so to mend her — gave me work

    Until another Morn —


    And then — a Day as huge
    ...

  •       "North and South too many an hour

                I've by the skipper held the wheel;

           Seen too many a hissing shower

                O'er my old sou'-wester reel."

  • Not in this world to see his face

    Sounds long, until I read the place

    Where this is said to be

    But just the primer to a life

    Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

    Clasped yet to him and me.


    And yet, my primer suits me so...

  • The first We knew of Him was Death —

    The second — was — Renown —

    Except the first had justified

    The second had not been.

  • The Flake the Wind exasperate

    More eloquently lie

    Than if escorted to its Down

    By Arm of Chivalry.