• I sometimes drop it, for a Quick —

    The Thought to be alive —

    Anonymous Delight to know —

    And Madder — to conceive —


    Consoles a Woe so monstrous

    That did it tear all Day,

    Without an instant's Respite —

    'Twould look too far — to Die —


    Delirium - diverts the Wretch
    ...

  • I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes

    In a Cathedral Aisle,

    And understood no word it said —

    Yet held my breath, the while —


    And risen up — and gone away,

    A more Berdardine Girl —

    Yet — know not what was done to me

    In that old Chapel Aisle.

  • Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —

    Sometimes — scalps a Tree —

    Her Green People recollect it

    When they do not die —


    Fainter Leaves — to Further Seasons —

    Dumbly testify —

    We — who have the Souls —

    Die oftener — Not so vitally —

  • Sometimes with the Heart

    Seldom with the Soul

    Scarcer once with the Might

    Few — love at all.