• I'd rather recollect a setting

    Than own a rising sun

    Though one is beautiful forgetting —

    And true the other one.


    Because in going is a Drama

    Staying cannot confer

    To die divinely once a Twilight —

    Than wane is easier —

  • I'll clutch — and clutch —

    Next — One — Might be the golden touch —

    Could take it —

    Diamonds — Wait —

    I'm diving — just a little late —

    But stars — go slow — for night —


    I'll string you — in fine Necklace —

    Tiaras — make — of some —

    Wear you on Hem —

    Loop up a...

  • I'll send the feather from my Hat!

    Who knows — but at the sight of that

    My Sovereign will relent?

    As trinket — worn by faded Child —

    Confronting eyes long — comforted —

    Blisters the Adamant!

  • I'll tell you how the Sun rose —

    A Ribbon at a time —

    The Steeples swam in Amethyst —

    The news, like Squirrels, ran —

    The Hills untied their Bonnets —

    The Bobolinks — begun —

    Then I said softly to myself —

    "That must have been the Sun"!

    But how he set — I know not —

    ...

  • I'm "wife" — I've finished that —

    That other state —

    I'm Czar — I'm "Woman" now —

    It's safer so —


    How odd the Girl's life looks

    Behind this soft Eclipse —

    I think that Earth feels so

    To folks in Heaven — now —


    This being comfort — then

    That other kind — was...

  • I'm ceded — I've stopped being Theirs —

    The name They dropped upon my face

    With water, in the country church

    Is finished using, now,

    And They can put it with my Dolls,

    My childhood, and the string of spools,

    I've finished threading — too —


    Baptized, before, without the choice,
    ...

  • I'm nobody! Who are you?

    Are you nobody, too?

    Then there's a pair of us—don't tell!

    They'd banish us, you know.


    How dreary to be somebody!

    How public, like a frog

    To tell your name the livelong day

    To an admiring bog!

  • I'm saying every day

    "If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" —

    I'd do this way —

    And so I deck, a little,


    If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

    None on me, bend supercilious —

    With "This was she —

    Begged in the Market place —

    Yesterday."


    Court is a stately place —
    ...

  • I'm sorry for the Dead — Today —

    It's such congenial times

    Old Neighbors have at fences —

    It's time o' year for Hay.


    And Broad — Sunburned Acquaintance

    Discourse between the Toil —

    And laugh, a homely species

    That makes the Fences smile —


    It seems so straight to lie...

  • I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!

    I don't care for pouting skies!

    If the Butterfly delay

    Can I, therefore, stay away?


    If the Coward Bumble Bee

    In his chimney corner stay,

    I, must resoluter be!

    Who'll apologize for me?


    Dear, Old fashioned, little flower!

    Eden...