1. der

  • When I count the seeds

    When I count the seeds

    That are sown beneath,

    To bloom so, bye and bye —

    When I con the people

    Lain so low,

    To be received as high —

    When I believe the garden

    Mortal shall not see —

    Pick by faith its blossom

    And avoid its Bee,

    I can spare this summer,...

  • When I have seen the Sun emerge

    When I have seen the Sun emerge

    From His amazing House —

    And leave a Day at every Door

    A Deed, in every place —


    Without the incident of Fame

    Or accident of Noise —

    The Earth has seemed to me a Drum,

    Pursued of little Boys

  • When I hoped I feared —

    When I hoped I feared —

    Since I hoped I dared

    Everywhere alone

    As a Church remain —

    Spectre cannot harm —

    Serpent cannot charm —

    He deposes Doom

    Who hath suffered him —

  • When I hoped, I recollect

    When I hoped, I recollect

    Just the place I stood —

    At a Window facing West —

    Roughest Air — was good —


    Not a Sleet could bite me —

    Not a frost could cool —

    Hope it was that kept me warm —

    Not Merino shawl —


    When I feared — I recollect

    Just the Day it was —...

  • When I see a Rubens Rembrant Correggio

     
    * * *


    When I see a Rubens Rembrant Correggio

    I think of the Crippled Harry & Slobbering Joe

    And then I question thus are artists rules

    To be drawn from the works of two manifest fools
    5 Then God...

  • When I was small, a Woman died —

    When I was small, a Woman died —

    Today — her Only Boy

    Went up from the Potomac —

    His face all Victory


    To look at her — How slowly

    The Seasons must have turned

    Till Bullets clipt an Angle

    And He passed quickly round —


    If pride shall be in Paradise —

    Ourself...

  • When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,

    When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,

    When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,

    When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee —

    Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!

  • When Klopstock England defied

    If Blake could do this when he rose up from shite

    What might he not do if he sat down to write[4]

  • When Memory is full

    When Memory is full

    Put on the perfect Lid —

    This Morning's finest syllable

    Presumptuous Evening said —

  • When Night is almost done —

    When Night is almost done —

    And Sunrise grows so near

    That we can touch the Spaces —

    It's time to smooth the Hair —


    And get the Dimples ready —

    And wonder we could care

    For that old — faded Midnight —

    That frightened — but an Hour —