There is a pain — so utter —

There is a pain — so utter —

It swallows substance up —

Then covers the Abyss with Trance —

So Memory can step

Around — across — upon it —

As one within a Swoon —

Goes safely — where an open eye —
...

Poet:
There is a Shame of Nobleness —

There is a Shame of Nobleness —

Confronting Sudden Pelf —

A finer Shame of Ecstasy —

Convicted of Itself —


A best Disgrace — a Brave Man feels —

Acknowledged — of the Brave —

One More — "Ye Blessed...

Poet:
There is a solitude of space

There is a solitude of space

A solitude of sea

A solitude of death, but these

Society shall be

Compared with that profounder site

That polar privacy

A soul admitted to itself —

Finite infinity...

Poet:
There is a word

There is a word

Which bears a sword

Can pierce an armed man -

It hurls it's barbed syllables

And is mute again -

But where it fell

The saved will tell

On patriotic day,

Some...

Poet:
There is a Zone whose even Years

There is a Zone whose even Years

No Solstice interrupt —

Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon

Whose perfect Seasons wait —


Whose Summer set in Summer, till

The Centuries of June

And Centuries of...

Poet:
There is an arid Pleasure —

There is an arid Pleasure —

As different from Joy —

As Frost is different from Dew —

Like element — are they —


Yet one — rejoices Flowers —

And one — the Flowers abhor —

The finest Honey — curdled —...

Poet:
There is another Loneliness

There is another Loneliness

That many die without —

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstances of Lot


But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befall

Is richer than could be...

Poet:
There is another sky

there is another sky

ever serene and fair,

and there is another sunshine,

tho' it be darkness there -

never mind faded forests, Austin,

never mind silent fields -
here is a little forest...

Poet:
There is no Frigate like a Book

There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away

Nor any Coursers like a Page

Of prancing Poetry—

This Traverse may the poorest take

Without opress of Toll—

How frugal is the Chariot

That...

Poet:
There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent

There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent

As that endured

Which uttered, would discourage Nature

And haunt the World.

Poet: