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…

    You cannot put a fire out;    A thing that can ignite    Can go, itself, without a fan    Upon the slowest night.     You cannot fold a flood    And put it…

    Did the harebell loose her girdle    To the lover bee,    Would the bee the harebell hallow    Much as formerly?     Did the paradise, persuaded,    Yield her moat of pearl,    Would the…

    Portraits are to daily faces    As an evening west    To a fine, pedantic sunshine    In a satin vest.

    Poor little heart!    Did they forget thee?    Then dinna care! Then dinna care!     Proud little heart!    Did they forsake thee?    Be debonair! Be debonair!     Frail little heart!    I would not…

    Pompless no life can pass away;    The lowliest career    To the same pageant wends its way    As that exalted here.    How cordial is the mystery!    The hospitable pall    A “this way”…

    God permits industrious angels    Afternoons to play.    I met one, — forgot my school-mates,    All, for him, straightway.     God calls home the angels promptly    At the setting sun;    I missed…