I held a jewel in my fingers    And went to sleep.    The day was warm, and winds were prosy;    I said: “‘T will keep.”     I woke and chid…

    I know some lonely houses off the road    A robber ‘d like the look of, —    Wooden barred,    And windows hanging low,    Inviting to    A portico,    Where two could creep:    One hand…

    “GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him —    Tell him the page I did n’t write;    Tell him I only said the syntax,    And left the verb and…

    The last night that she lived,    It was a common night,    Except the dying; this to us    Made nature different.     We noticed smallest things, —    Things overlooked before,    By this…

    Our journey had advanced;    Our feet were almost come    To that odd fork in Being’s road,    Eternity by term.     Our pace took sudden awe,    Our feet reluctant led.    Before were…

    While I was fearing it, it came,    But came with less of fear,    Because that fearing it so long    Had almost made it dear.    There is a fitting a…

    A route of evanescence    With a revolving wheel;    A resonance of emerald,    A rush of cochineal;    And every blossom on the bush    Adjusts its tumbled head, —    The mail from Tunis,…

    I think the hemlock likes to stand    Upon a marge of snow;    It suits his own austerity,    And satisfies an awe     That men must slake in wilderness,    Or in…

    The grave my little cottage is,    Where, keeping house for thee,    I make my parlor orderly,    And lay the marble tea,     For two divided, briefly,    A cycle, it may…