At last to be identified!    At last, the lamps upon thy side,    The rest of life to see!    Past midnight, past the morning star!    Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues…

    Taken from men this morning,    Carried by men to-day,    Met by the gods with banners    Who marshalled her away.     One little maid from playmates,    One little mind from school,…

    There came a day at summer’s full    Entirely for me;    I thought that such were for the saints,    Where revelations be.     The sun, as common, went abroad,    The flowers,…

    Remorse is memory awake,    Her companies astir, —    A presence of departed acts    At window and at door.     It’s past set down before the soul,    And lighted with a…

    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…