• I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl —

    Life's little duties do — precisely —

    As the very least

    Were infinite — to me —


    I put new Blossoms in the Glass —

    And throw the old — away —

    I push a petal from my Gown

    That anchored there — I weigh

    The time 'twill be till six o'clock...

  • I took one Draught of Life —

    I'll tell you what I paid —

    Precisely an existence —

    The market price, they said.


    They weighed me, Dust by Dust —

    They balanced Film with Film,

    Then handed me my Being's worth —

    A single Dram of Heaven!

  • I tried to think a lonelier Thing

    Than any I had seen —

    Some Polar Expiation — An Omen in the Bone

    Of Death's tremendous nearness —


    I probed Retrieveless things

    My Duplicate — to borrow —

    A Haggard Comfort springs


    From the belief that Somewhere —

    Within the Clutch of...

  • I was a Phoebe — nothing more —

    A Phoebe — nothing less —

    The little note that others dropt

    I fitted into place —


    I dwelt too low that any seek —

    Too shy, that any blame —

    A Phoebe makes a little print

    Upon the Floors of Fame —

  • I was the slightest in the House —

    I took the smallest Room —

    At night, my little Lamp, and Book —

    And one Geranium —


    So stationed I could catch the Mint

    That never ceased to fall —

    And just my Basket —

    Let me think — I'm sure —

    That this was all —


    I never...

  • I watched her face to see which way

    She took the awful news —

    Whether she died before she heard

    Or in protracted bruise

    Remained a few slow years with us —

    Each heavier than the last —

    A further afternoon to fail,

    As Flower at fall of Frost.

  • I went to Heaven —

    'Twas a small Town —

    Lit — with a Ruby —

    Lathed — with Down —


    Stiller — than the fields

    At the full Dew —

    Beautiful — as Pictures —

    No Man drew.

    People — like the Moth —

    Of Mechlin — frames —

    Duties — of Gossamer —

    And...


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    I will tell you what Joseph of Arimathea

    Said to my Fairy was not it very queer

    Pliny & Trajan what are You here

    Come listen to Joseph of Arimathea
    5 Listen patient & when Joseph...

  • I worked for chaff and earning Wheat

    Was haughty and betrayed.

    What right had Fields to arbitrate

    In matters ratified?


    I tasted Wheat and hated Chaff

    And thanked the ample friend —

    Wisdom is more becoming viewed

    At distance than at hand.

  • I would distil a cup,

    And bear to all my friends,

    Drinking to her no more astir,

    By beck, or burn, or moor!