• On this woundrous sea - sailing silently -

    Ho! Pilot! Ho!

    Knowest thou the shore

    Where no breakers roar -

    Where the storm is o'er?


    In the silent West

    Many - the sails at rest -

    Then anchors fast.

    Thither I pilot thee -

    Land! Ho! Eternity!

    Ashore at...

  • Once more, my now bewildered Dove

    Bestirs her puzzled wings

    Once more her mistress, on the deep

    Her troubled question flings —


    Thrice to the floating casement

    The Patriarch's bird returned,

    Courage! My brave Columba!

    There may yet be land

  • One and One — are One —

    Two — be finished using —

    Well enough for Schools —

    But for Minor Choosing —


    Life — just — or Death —

    Or the Everlasting —

    More — would be too vast

    For the Soul's Comprising —

  • One Anguish — in a Crowd —

    A Minor thing — it sounds —

    And yet, unto the single Doe

    Attempted of the Hounds


    'Tis Terror as consummate

    As Legions of Alarm

    Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host —

    'Tis Units — make the Swarm —


    A Small Leech — on the Vitals —

    ...

  • One Blessing had I than the rest

    So larger to my Eyes

    That I stopped gauging — satisfied —

    For this enchanted size —


    It was the limit of my Dream —

    The focus of my Prayer —

    A perfect — paralyzing Bliss —

    Contented as Despair —


    I knew no more of Want — or Cold —
    ...

  • One crown that no one seeks

    And yet the highest head

    Its isolation coveted

    Its stigma deified


    While Pontius Pilate lives

    In whatsoever hell

    That coronation pierces him

    He recollects it well.

  • One Crucifixion is recorded — only —

    How many be

    Is not affirmed of Mathematics —

    Or History —


    One Calvary — exhibited to Stranger —

    As many be

    As persons — or Peninsulas —

    Gethsemane —


    Is but a Province — in the Being's Centre —

    Judea —

    For...

  • One Day is there of the Series

    Termed Thanksgiving Day.

    Celebrated part at Table

    Part in Memory.


    Neither Patriarch nor Pussy

    I dissect the Play

    Seems it to my Hooded thinking

    Reflex Holiday.


    Had there been no sharp Subtraction

    From the early Sum —
    ...

  • One dignity delays for all,

    One mitred afternoon.

    None can avoid this purple,

    None evade this crown.


    Coach it insures, and footmen,

    Chamber and state and throng ;

    Bells, also, in the village,

    As we ride...

  • One Joy of so much anguish

    Sweet nature has for me

    I shun it as I do Despair

    Or dear iniquity —

    Why Birds, a Summer morning

    Before the Quick of Day

    Should stab my ravished spirit

    With Dirks of Melody

    Is part of an inquiry

    That will receive reply

    When Flesh...