• 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 —

    Our Apennine — a Knoll —


    Perhaps 'tis kindly — done us —

    The...

  • 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 the sea is gone —

  • We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.

    Of that, there is no doubt.

    But the Arc of a Lover's conjecture

    Eludes the finding out.

  • 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 flutes

    From out a hundred trees —


    That whoso sees this little flower...

  • We shun because we prize her Face

    Lest sight's ineffable disgrace

    Our Adoration stain

  • We shun it ere it comes,

    Afraid of Joy,

    Then sue it to delay

    And lest it fly,

    Beguile it more and more —

    May not this be

    Old Suitor Heaven,

    Like our dismay at thee?

  • We talked as Girls do —

    Fond, and late —

    We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave —

    Of ours, none affair —


    We handled Destinies, as cool —

    As we — Disposers — be —

    And God, a Quiet Party

    To our Authority —


    But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself

    As we...

  • We talked with each other about each other

    Though neither of us spoke —

    We were listening to the seconds' Races

    And the Hoofs of the Clock —

    Pausing in Front of our Palsied Faces

    Time compassion took —

    Arks of Reprieve he offered to us —

    Ararats — we took —

  • We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act —

    And later — when we die —

    A little Water supplicate —

    Of fingers going by —


    It intimates the finer want —

    Whose adequate supply

    Is that Great Water in the West —

    Termed Immortality —

  • We wear our sober Dresses when we die,

    But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday

    Adjourns her sigh —