• Some say goodnight — at night —

    I say goodnight by day —

    Good-bye — the Going utter me —

    Goodnight, I still reply —


    For parting, that is night,

    And presence, simply dawn —

    Itself, the purple on the height

    Denominated morn.

  • Somehow myself survived the Night

    And entered with the Day —

    That it be saved the Saved suffice

    Without the Formula.


    Henceforth I take my living place

    As one commuted led —

    A Candidate for Morning Chance

    But dated with the Dead.

  • Sunset at Night — is natural —

    But Sunset on the Dawn

    Reverses Nature — Master —

    So Midnight's — due — at Noon.


    Eclipses be — predicted —

    And Science bows them in —

    But do one face us suddenly —

    Jehovah's Watch — is wrong.

  • The first Day's Night had come —

    And grateful that a thing

    So terrible — had been endured —

    I told my Soul to sing —


    She said her Strings were snapt —

    Her Bow — to Atoms blown —

    And so to mend her — gave me work

    Until another Morn —


    And then — a Day as huge
    ...

  • She mentioned, and forgot;

    Then lightly as a reed

    Bent to the water, shivered scarce,

    Consented, and was dead.


    And we, we placed the hair,

    And drew the head erect;

    And then an awful leisure was,

    Our faith to regulate.

  • The Night was wide, and furnished scant

    With but a single Star —

    That often as a Cloud it met —

    Blew out itself — for fear —


    The Wind pursued the little Bush —

    And drove away the Leaves

    November left — then clambered up

    And fretted in the Eaves —


    No Squirrel went...

  • CUPID CALLED TO ACCOUNT.


       LAST night, as my unwilling mind

    To rest, dear Celia, I resign'd;

    For how should I repose enjoy,

    While any fears your breast annoy?

    Forbid it, heav'n, that I should be

    From any of your troubles free.

    O! would kind Fate attend my pray'r,
    ...

  • When Night is almost done —

    And Sunrise grows so near

    That we can touch the Spaces —

    It's time to smooth the Hair —


    And get the Dimples ready —

    And wonder we could care

    For that old — faded Midnight —

    That frightened — but an Hour —