• I thought that nature was enough

    Till Human nature came

    But that the other did absorb

    As Parallax a Flame —


    Of Human nature just aware

    There added the Divine

    Brief struggle for capacity

    The power to contain


    Is always as the contents

    But give a Giant room...

  • I thought the Train would never come —

    How slow the whistle sang —

    I don't believe a peevish Bird

    So whimpered for the Spring —

    I taught my Heart a hundred times

    Precisely what to say —

    Provoking Lover, when you came

    Its Treatise flew away

    To hide my strategy too late

    ...

  • If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought

    How is it with the Sea?

    The only Vessel that is shunned

    Is safe — Simplicity —

  • It is an honorable Thought

    And make One lift One's Hat

    As One met sudden Gentlefolk

    Upon a daily Street


    That We've immortal Place

    Though Pyramids decay

    And Kingdoms, like the Orchard

    Flit Russetly away

  • The right to perish might be thought

    An undisputed right —

    Attempt it, and the Universe

    Upon the opposite

    Will concentrate its officers —

    You cannot even die

    But nature and mankind must pause

    To pay you scrutiny.

  • The things we thought that we should do

    We other things have done

    But those peculiar industries

    Have never been begun —


    The Lands we thought that we should seek

    When large enough to run

    By Speculation ceded

    To Speculation's Son —


    The Heaven, in which we hoped to pause...

  • The thought beneath so slight a film —

    Is more distinctly seen —

    As laces just reveal the surge —

    Or mists — the Apennine

  •         "Even in our ashes live their wonted fires."

     

                            Bury me by the sea,

            When on my heart the hand of Death is press'd.

            If the soul lingers ere she join the bless'd,

                            And haunts awhile her clay,

            Then 'mid the forest shades I would...

  • "Thought I, the fallen flowers

    Are returning to their branch;

    But lo! they were butterflies."



  • Alas! my thoughts, how faint they rise,
    Their pinions clogg'd with dirt;

    They cannot gain the distant skies,
    But gravitate to earth.


    No angel...