It might be easier    To fail with land in sight,    Than gain my blue peninsula    To perish of delight.

    My life closed twice before its close;    It yet remains to see    If Immortality unveil    A third event to me,     So huge, so hopeless to conceive,    As these that…

    Will there really be a morning?    Is there such a thing as day?    Could I see it from the mountains    If I were as tall as they?     Has…

    On the bleakness of my lot    Bloom I strove to raise.    Late, my acre of a rock    Yielded grape and maize.     Soil of flint if steadfast tilled    Will reward…

    Arcturus is his other name, —    I’d rather call him star!    It’s so unkind of science    To go and interfere!     I pull a flower from the woods, —    A…

    I live with him, I see his face;    I go no more away    For visitor, or sundown;    Death’s single privacy,     The only one forestalling mine,    And that by right…

    Besides the autumn poets sing,    A few prosaic days    A little this side of the snow    And that side of the haze.     A few incisive mornings,    A few ascetic…

    Not with a club the heart is broken,    Nor with a stone;    A whip, so small you could not see it.    I’ve known     To lash the magic creature    Till…

    Not any higher stands the grave    For heroes than for men;    Not any nearer for the child    Than numb three-score and ten.     This latest leisure equal lulls    The beggar…

    The springtime’s pallid landscape    Will glow like bright bouquet,    Though drifted deep in parian    The village lies to-day.     The lilacs, bending many a year,    With purple load will hang;    The…