To try to speak, and miss the way

And ask it of the Tears,

Is Gratitude's sweet poverty,

The Tatters that he wears —


A better Coat if he possessed

Would help him to conceal,

Not subjugate, the...

Poet:

To undertake is to achieve

Be Undertaking blent

With fortitude of obstacle

And toward encouragement


That fine Suspicion, Natures must

Permitted to revere

Departed Standards and the few

...

Poet:

To venerate the simple days

Which lead the seasons by,

Needs but to remember

That from you or I,

They may take the trifle

Termed mortality!

Poet:


To Venetian Artists

To wait an Hour — is long —

If Love be just beyond —

To wait Eternity — is short —

If Love reward the end —

Poet:

To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,

What must the Midnights — be!

Poet:

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

    The wantonest singing birds,

Are lips — and all thy melody

    Of lip-begotten words —


Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined

    Then desolately fall,
...

Poet:

I keep in mind that magic moment:

When you appeared before my eyes

Like ghost, like fleeting apparition,

Like genius of the purest grace.


In torturous hopeless melancholy,

In vanity and noisy fuss
...

Poet:

Today or this noon

She dwelt so close

I almost touched her —

Tonight she lies

Past neighborhood

And bough and steeple,

Now past surmise.

Poet:



SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;

Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,
⁠...

Poet: