You cannot put a fire out;    A thing that can ignite    Can go, itself, without a fan    Upon the slowest night.     You cannot fold a flood    And put it…

    Did the harebell loose her girdle    To the lover bee,    Would the bee the harebell hallow    Much as formerly?     Did the paradise, persuaded,    Yield her moat of pearl,    Would the…

    Portraits are to daily faces    As an evening west    To a fine, pedantic sunshine    In a satin vest.

    Poor little heart!    Did they forget thee?    Then dinna care! Then dinna care!     Proud little heart!    Did they forsake thee?    Be debonair! Be debonair!     Frail little heart!    I would not…

    Pompless no life can pass away;    The lowliest career    To the same pageant wends its way    As that exalted here.    How cordial is the mystery!    The hospitable pall    A “this way”…

    God permits industrious angels    Afternoons to play.    I met one, — forgot my school-mates,    All, for him, straightway.     God calls home the angels promptly    At the setting sun;    I missed…

    It might be easier    To fail with land in sight,    Than gain my blue peninsula    To perish of delight.

    My life closed twice before its close;    It yet remains to see    If Immortality unveil    A third event to me,     So huge, so hopeless to conceive,    As these that…

    Will there really be a morning?    Is there such a thing as day?    Could I see it from the mountains    If I were as tall as they?     Has…

    On the bleakness of my lot    Bloom I strove to raise.    Late, my acre of a rock    Yielded grape and maize.     Soil of flint if steadfast tilled    Will reward…