• WHEN my grave is broke up again
    Some second guest to entertain,
    —For graves have learn'd that woman-head,
    To be to more than one a bed—...

  • Remembrance has a Rear and Front —

    'Tis something like a House —

    It has a Garret also

    For Refuse and the Mouse.


    Besides the deepest Cellar

    That ever Mason laid —

    Look to it by its Fathoms

    Ourselves be not pursued —

  • Remorse is memory awake,

    Her companies astir,---

    A presence of departed acts

    At window and at door.


    It's past set down before the soul,

    And lighted with a match,

    Perusal to facilitate

    Of its condensed despatch.


    Remorse is cureless,---the disease

    Not even...

  • Removed from Accident of Loss

    By Accident of Gain

    Befalling not my simple Days —

    Myself had just to earn —


    Of Riches — as unconscious

    As is the Brown Malay

    Of Pearls in Eastern Waters,

    Marked His — What Holiday

    Would stir his slow conception —

    Had he the power to...

  •         To what bright world afar didst thou belong,

                Thou whose pure soul seemed not of mortal birth?

            From what fair clime of flowers and love and song,

                Cam'st thou, a star beam to our shadowed earth?

            What hadst thou done, sweet spirit in that sphere,
    ...

  • At last to be identified !

    At last, the lamps upon thy side,

    The rest of life to see !

    Past midnight, past the morning star !

    Past sunrise !  Ah !  what leagues there are

    Between our feet and day !

  • 'T was a long parting, but the time

    For interview had come ;

    Before the judgment-seat of God,

    The last and second time


    These fleshless lovers met,

    A heaven in a gaze,

    A heaven of heavens, the privilege

    Of...

  • Hackney'd in business, wearied at the oar

    Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more,

    But which when life at ebb runs weak and low,

    All wish, or seem to wish they could forego,

    The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade,

    Pants for the refuge of some rural shade,

    Where all his long anxieties...

  • Reverse cannot befall

    That fine Prosperity

    Whose Sources are interior —

    As soon — Adversity


    A Diamond — overtake

    In far — Bolivian Ground —

    Misfortune hath no implement

    Could mar it — if it found —