I dwell in Possibility -
A fairer House than Prose -
More numerous of Windows -
Superior - for Doors -
Of Chambers as the Cedars -
Impregnable of Eye -
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambr...
I asked no other thing -
No other - was denied -
I offered Being - for it -
The Mighty Merchant sneered -
Brazil? He twirled a Button -
Without a glance my way -
' But - Madam - is there noth...
Glee - the great storm is over -
Four - have recovered the Land -
Forty - gone down together -
Into the boiling Sand -
Ring - for the Scant Salvation -
Toll - for the bonnie Souls -
Neighbor...
I fear a Man of frugal Speech-
I fear a Silent Man-
Haranguer - I can overtake -
Or Babbler - entertain-
But He who weigheth - While the Rest-
Expend their furthest pound-
Of this Man - I am w...
I Took my Power in my Hand-
And went against the World -
'T was not so much as David -- had-
But I was twice as bold -
I aimed my Pebble - but Myself
Was all the one that fell-
Was it Goliaf -...
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos - crawl -
...
I am alive - I guess -
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory -
And at my finger's end -
The Carmine - tingles warm -
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth - it blurs it -
Physician'...
They dropped like Flakes -
Tthey dropped like Stars -
Like Petals from a Rose -
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers - goes -
They perished in the Seamless Grass, --
No eye ...
A precious-mouldering pleasure-'t is-
To meet an Antique Book,
In just the Dress his Century wore -
A privilege - I think -
His venerable Hand to take -
And warming in our own -
A passage ba...
I should have been too glad, I see -
Too lifted - for the scant degree
Of Life's penurious Round;
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference - have blamed
The homelier time behi...
The Soul selects her own Society -
Then - shut the Door -
To her divine Majority -
Present no more -
Unmoved-she notes the Chariots-pausing-
At her low Gate -
Unmoved - an Emperor is kneeling...
`Hope` is a thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard
And sore must be the storm -
Th...
Wild Nights- Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the Winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah, th...
I've nothing else - to bring, You know
So I keep bringing These-
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes-
Maybe, we shouldn't mind them-
Unless they didn't come-
Then - may...
'Faith' is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see -
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency
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