Poem Lake | Page 570 | The Greatest Poems of All Time

We lose — because we win — We lose — because we win — Gamblers — recollecting which Toss their dice again! Poet:	We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints 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... Poet:	We miss a Kinsman more 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... Poet:	We miss Her, not because We see — 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... Poet:
We never know how high we are 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... Poet:	We pray — to Heaven — 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... Poet:	We see — Comparatively — 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 —... Poet:	We send the Wave to find the Wave — 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... Poet:
We should not mind so small a flower — 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... Poet:	We shun because we prize her Face We shun because we prize her Face Lest sight's ineffable disgrace Our Adoration stain Poet: