Where Ships of Purple — gently toss —

On Seas of Daffodil —

Fantastic Sailors — mingle —

And then — the Wharf is still!

Poet:

Whether my bark went down at sea,

Whether she met with gales,

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails ;


By what mystic mooring...

Poet:

Whether they have forgotten

Or are forgetting now

Or never remembered —

Safer not to know —


Miseries of conjecture

Are a softer woe

Than a Fact of Iron

Hardened with I know —

Poet:

Which is best? Heaven —

Or only Heaven to come

With that old Codicil of Doubt?

I cannot help esteem


The "Bird within the Hand"

Superior to the one

The "Bush" may yield me

Or may not...

Poet:

Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?

Neither — said the Moon —

That is best which is not — Achieve it —

You efface the Sheen.


Not of detention is Fruition —

Shudder to attain.

Transport's...

Poet:

Which misses most,

The hand that tends,

Or heart so gently borne,

'Tis twice as heavy as it was

Because the hand is gone?


Which blesses most,

The lip that can,

Or that that went to sleep...

Poet:

While Asters —

On the Hill —

Their Everlasting fashions — set —

And Covenant Gentians — Frill!

Poet:

While it is alive

Until Death touches it

While it and I lap one Air

Dwell in one Blood

Under one Sacrament

Show me Division can split or pare —


Love is like Life — merely longer

Love is...

Poet:

While we were fearing it, it came —

But came with less of fear

Because that fearing it so long

Had almost made it fair —


There is a Fitting — a Dismay —

A Fitting — a Despair

'Tis harder knowing it...

Poet:

Who abdicated Ambush

And went the way of Dusk,

And now against his subtle Name

There stands an Asterisk

As confident of him as we —

Impregnable we are —

The whole of Immortality

Secreted in a...

Poet: