• Unto a broken heart

    No other one may go

    Without the high prerogative

    Itself hath suffered too.

  • Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me —

    How Kinsmen fell —

    Brothers and Sister — who preferred the Glory —

    And their young will

    Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons — chanted —

    Till God's full time —

    When they let go the ignominy — smiling —

    And Shame went still —


    Unto...

  • Unto my Books — so good to turn —

    Far ends of tired Days —

    It half endears the Abstinence —

    And Pain — is missed — in Praise —


    As Flavors — cheer Retarded Guests

    With Banquettings to be —

    So Spices — stimulate the time

    Till my small Library —


    It may be Wilderness —...

  • Unto the Whole — how add?

    Has "All" a further realm —

    Or Utmost an Ulterior?

    Oh, Subsidy of Balm!

  • Unworthy of her Breast

    Though by that scathing test

    What Soul survive?

    By her exacting light

    How counterfeit the white

    We chiefly have!

  • Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle

    If I prove it steep —

    If a Discouragement withhold me —

    If my newest step


    Older feel than the Hope that prompted —

    Spotless be from blame

    Heart that proposed as Heart that accepted

    Homelessness, for Home —

  • Upon a Lilac Sea

    To toss incessantly

    His Plush Alarm

    Who fleeing from the Spring

    The Spring avenging fling

    To Dooms of Balm

  • Full thirty frosts since thou wert young

       Have chill'd the wither'd grove,

    Thou wretch! and hast thou liv'd so long,

       Nor yet forgot to love?


    Ye Sages! spite of your pretences

       To wisdom, you must own

    Your folly frequently commences

       When you acknowledge none.


    ...

  • Upon Concluded Lives

    There's nothing cooler falls —

    Than Life's sweet Calculations —

    The mixing Bells and Palls —


    Make Lacerating Tune —

    To Ears the Dying Side —

    'Tis Coronal — and Funeral —

    Saluting — in the Road —

  • Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird

    And crossed a thousand Trees

    Before a Fence without a Fare

    His Fantasy did please

    And then he lifted up his Throat

    And squandered such a Note

    A Universe that overheard

    Is stricken by it yet —