• I never felt at Home — Below —-

    And in the Handsome Skies

    I shall not feel at Home — I know —

    I don't like Paradise —


    Because it's Sunday — all the time —

    And Recess — never comes —

    And Eden'll be so lonesome

    Bright Wednesday Afternoons —


    If God could make a visit —...

  • I never hear that one is dead

    Without the chance of Life

    Afresh annihilating me

    That mightiest Belief,


    Too mighty for the Daily mind

    That tilling its abyss,

    Had Madness, had it once or twice

    The yawning Consciousness,


    Beliefs are Bandaged, like the Tongue

    ...

  • I never hear the word "escape"

    Without a quicker blood,

    A sudden expectation

    A flying attitude!


    I never hear of prisons broad

    By soldiers battered down,

    But I tug childish at my bars

    Only to fail again!

  • I never lost as much but twice,

    And that was in the sod.

    Twice have I stood a beggar

    Before the door of God!


    Angels — twice descending

    Reimbursed my store —

    Burglar! Banker — Father!

    I am poor once more!

  • I never saw a Moor--

    I never saw the Sea--

    Yet know I how the Heather looks

    And what a Billow be.


    I never spoke with God,

    Nor visited in Heaven--

    Yet certain am I of the spot

    As if the Checks were given--

  • I never told the buried gold

    Upon the hill — that lies —

    I saw the sun — his plunder done

    Crouch low to guard his prize.


    He stood as near

    As stood you here —

    A pace had been between —

    Did but a snake bisect the brake

    My life had forfeit been.


    That was a...

  • I showed her Heights she never saw —

    "Would'st Climb," I said?

    She said — "Not so" —

    "With me —" I said — With me?

    I showed her Secrets — Morning's Nest —

    The Rope the Nights were put across —

    And now — "Would'st have me for a Guest?"

    She could not find her Yes —

    And then, I brake...

  • 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

    ...

  • In lands I never saw — they say

    Immortal Alps look down —

    Whose Bonnets touch the firmament —

    Whose Sandals touch the town —


    Meek at whose everlasting feet

    A Myriad Daisy play —

    Which, Sir, are you and which am I

    Upon an August day?