Remembrance has a rear and front, —    ‘T is something like a house;    It has a garret also    For refuse and the mouse,     Besides, the deepest cellar    That ever…

    The clouds their backs together laid,    The north begun to push,    The forests galloped till they fell,    The lightning skipped like mice;    The thunder crumbled like a stuff —    How…

    I like a look of agony,    Because I know it’s true;    Men do not sham convulsion,    Nor simulate a throe.     The eyes glaze once, and that is death.    Impossible…

    ‘T is little I could care for pearls    Who own the ample sea;    Or brooches, when the Emperor    With rubies pelteth me;     Or gold, who am the Prince…

    There is a flower that bees prefer,    And butterflies desire;    To gain the purple democrat    The humming-birds aspire.     And whatsoever insect pass,    A honey bears away    Proportioned to his several…

    A something in a summer’s day,    As sIow her flambeaux burn away,    Which solemnizes me.     A something in a summer’s noon, —    An azure depth, a wordless tune,    Transcending…

    That I did always love,    I bring thee proof:    That till I loved    I did not love enough.     That I shall love alway,    I offer thee    That love is life,    And…

    Bring me the sunset in a cup,    Reckon the morning’s flagons up,    And say how many dew;    Tell me how far the morning leaps,    Tell me what time the…

    Wait till the majesty of Death    Invests so mean a brow!    Almost a powdered footman    Might dare to touch it now!     Wait till in everlasting robes    This democrat is…

    Prayer is the little implement    Through which men reach    Where presence is denied them.    They fling their speech     By means of it in God’s ear;    If then He hear,    This…