There is a shame of nobleness    Confronting sudden pelf, —    A finer shame of ecstasy    Convicted of itself.     A best disgrace a brave man feels,    Acknowledged of the brave,…

    Their height in heaven comforts not,    Their glory nought to me;    ‘T was best imperfect, as it was;    I ‘m finite, I can’t see.     The house of supposition,    The…

    His bill an auger is,    His head, a cap and frill.    He laboreth at every tree, —    A worm his utmost goal.

    The wind tapped like a tired man,    And like a host, “Come in,”    I boldly answered; entered then    My residence within     A rapid, footless guest,    To offer whom a…

    It’s like the light, —    A fashionless delight    It’s like the bee, —    A dateless melody.     It’s like the woods,    Private like breeze,    Phraseless, yet it stirs    The proudest trees.     It’s…

    Of all the sounds despatched abroad,    There’s not a charge to me    Like that old measure in the boughs,    That phraseless melody     The wind does, working like a…

    She rose to his requirement, dropped    The playthings of her life    To take the honorable work    Of woman and of wife.     If aught she missed in her new…

    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…