‘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 one another’s eyes. No lifetime set on them, Apparelled as the new Unborn, except they had beheld, […]
Speech is one symptom of Affection And Silence one— The perfectest communication Is heard of none— Exists and its indorsement Is had within— Behold, said the Apostle, Yet had not seen!
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity — Unable theythat love — to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long – Or did it just begin – I could not tell the Date of Mine – It feels so old a pain – I […]
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And […]
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know! How dreary — to be — somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one’s name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in vain.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— Success in Cirrcuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightening to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church — I keep it, staying at Home — With a Bobolink for a Chorister — And an Orchard, for a Dome — Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice — I just wear my Wings — And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton — sings. […]
We grow accustomed to the Dark, when light is put away, As when the Neighbor holds the lamp To witness her Goodbye. A moment-we uncertain step For the newness of the night, Then, fit our vision to the Dark, And meet the road erect. And so of larger Darknesses, Those evenings of the brain, When […]