Dare you see a soul at the white heat?    Then crouch within the door.    Red is the fire’s common tint;    But when the vivid ore     Has sated flame’s…

    The way I read a letter’s this:    ‘T is first I lock the door,    And push it with my fingers next,    For transport it be sure.     And then…

    A lady red upon the hill    Her annual secret keeps;    A lady white within the field    In placid lily sleeps!     The tidy breezes with their brooms    Sweep vale, and…

    She slept beneath a tree    Remembered but by me.    I touched her cradle mute;    She recognized the foot,    Put on her carmine suit, —    And see!

    The thought beneath so slight a film    Is more distinctly seen, —    As laces just reveal the surge,    Or mists the Apennine.

    I can wade grief,    Whole pools of it, —    I ‘m used to that.    But the least push of joy    Breaks up my feet,    And I tip — drunken.    Let no…

    The sun just touched the morning;    The morning, happy thing,    Supposed that he had come to dwell,    And life would be all spring.     She felt herself supremer, —    A…

    There came a wind like a bugle;    It quivered through the grass,    And a green chill upon the heat    So ominous did pass    We barred the windows and the…

    The stimulus, beyond the grave    His countenance to see,    Supports me like imperial drams    Afforded royally.

    ‘T is whiter than an Indian pipe,    ‘T is dimmer than a lace;    No stature has it, like a fog,    When you approach the place.     Not any voice…