• It would never be Common — more — I said —

    Difference — had begun —

    Many a bitterness — had been —

    But that old sort — was done —


    Or — if it sometime — showed — as 'twill —

    Upon the Downiest — Morn —

    Such bliss — had I — for all the years —

    'Twould give an Easier — pain —

    ...

  • Never for Society

    He shall seek in vain —

    Who His own acquaintance

    Cultivate — Of Men

    Wiser Men may weary —

    But the Man within


    Never knew Satiety —

    Better entertain

    Than could Border Ballad —

    Or Biscayan Hymn —

    Neither introduction

    Need...

  • I never lost as much but twice,

    And that was in the sod ;

    Twice have I stood a beggar

    Before the door of God !


    Angels, twice descending,

    Reimbursed my store.

    Burglar, banker, father,

    I am poor once more !...

  • I TASTE a liquor never brewed,

    From tankards scooped in pearl;

    Not all the vats upon the Rhine

    Yield such an alcohol!


    Inebriate of air am I,

    And debauchee of dew,...

  • That it will never come again

    Is what makes life so sweet.

    Believing what we don't believe

    Does not exhilarate.


    That if it be, it be at best

    An ablative estate —

    This instigates an appetite

    Precisely opposite.

  • The Frost was never seen —

    If met, too rapid passed,

    Or in too unsubstantial Team —

    The Flowers notice first


    A Stranger hovering round

    A Symptom of alarm

    In Villages remotely set

    But search effaces him


    Till some retrieveless Night

    Our Vigilance at waste...

  • The Future — never spoke —

    Nor will He — like the Dumb —

    Reveal by sign — a syllable

    Of His Profound To Come —


    But when the News be ripe —

    Presents it — in the Act —

    Forestalling Preparation —

    Escape — or Substitute —


    Indifference to Him —

    The Dower — as...

  • The rainbow never tells me

    That gust and storm are by,

    Yet is she more convincing

    Than Philosophy.


    My flowers turn from Forums —

    Yet eloquent declare

    What Cato couldn't prove me

    Except the birds were here!

  • The Snow that never drifts —

    The transient, fragrant snow

    That comes a single time a Year

    Is softly driving now —


    So thorough in the Tree

    At night beneath the star

    That it was February's Foot

    Experience would swear —


    Like Winter as a Face

    We stern and...

  • The Things that never can come back, are several —

    Childhood — some forms of Hope — the Dead —

    Though Joys — like Men — may sometimes make a Journey —

    And still abide —

    We do not mourn for Traveler, or Sailor,

    Their Routes are fair —

    But think enlarged of all that they will tell us

    Returning...