• We lose — because we win —

    Gamblers — recollecting which

    Toss their dice again!

  • We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints

    Sent various — scattered ways —

    We parted as the Central Flint

    Were cloven with an Adze —

    Subsisting on the Light We bore

    Before We felt the Dark —

    A Flint unto this Day — perhaps —

    But for that single Spark.

  • We miss a Kinsman more

    When warranted to see

    Than when withheld of Oceans

    From possibility


    A Furlong than a League

    Inflicts a pricklier pain,

    Till We, who smiled at Pyrenees —

    Of Parishes, complain.

  • We miss Her, not because We see —

    The Absence of an Eye —

    Except its Mind accompany

    Abridge Society


    As slightly as the Routes of Stars —

    Ourselves — asleep below —

    We know that their superior Eyes

    Include Us — as they go —

  • We never know how high we are

    Till we are asked to rise

    And then if we are true to plan

    Our statures touch the skies —


    The Heroism we recite

    Would be a normal thing

    Did not ourselves the Cubits warp

    For fear to be a King —

  • We pray — to Heaven —

    We prate — of Heaven —

    Relate — when Neighbors die —

    At what o'clock to heaven — they fled —

    Who saw them — Wherefore fly?


    Is Heaven a Place — a Sky — a Tree?

    Location's narrow way is for Ourselves —

    Unto the Dead

    There's no Geography —

    ...

  • We see — Comparatively —

    The Thing so towering high

    We could not grasp its segment

    Unaided — Yesterday —


    This Morning's finer Verdict —

    Makes scarcely worth the toil —

    A furrow — Our Cordillera —

    Our Apennine — a Knoll —


    Perhaps 'tis kindly — done us —

    The...

  • We send the Wave to find the Wave —

    An Errand so divine,

    The Messenger enamored too,

    Forgetting to return,

    We make the wise distinction still,

    Soever made in vain,

    The sagest time to dam the sea is when the sea is gone —

  • We should not mind so small a flower —

    Except it quiet bring

    Our little garden that we lost

    Back to the Lawn again.


    So spicy her Carnations nod —

    So drunken, reel her Bees —

    So silver steal a hundred flutes

    From out a hundred trees —


    That whoso sees this little flower...

  • We shun because we prize her Face

    Lest sight's ineffable disgrace

    Our Adoration stain