• This is my letter to the World

    This is my letter to the World

    That never wrote to Me —

    The simple News that Nature told —

    With tender Majesty


    Her Message is committed

    To Hands I cannot see —

    For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —

    Judge tenderly — of Me

  • This World is not Conclusion.

    This World is not Conclusion.

    A Species stands beyond —

    Invisible, as Music —

    But positive, as Sound —

    It beckons, and it baffles —

    Philosophy — don't know —

    And through a Riddle, at the last —

    Sagacity, must go —

    To guess it, puzzles scholars —

    To gain it, Men have...

  • To put this World down, like a Bundle —

    To put this World down, like a Bundle —

    And walk steady, away,

    Requires Energy — possibly Agony —

    'Tis the Scarlet way


    Trodden with straight renunciation

    By the Son of God —

    Later, his faint Confederates

    Justify the Road —


    Flavors of that old Crucifixion —

    ...

  • To this World she returned.

    To this World she returned.

    But with a tinge of that —

    A Compound manner,

    As a Sod

    Espoused a Violet,

    That chiefer to the Skies

    Than to himself, allied,

    Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust,

    And half of Day, the Bride.