Death is a dialogue between    The spirit and the dust.    “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,    I have another trust.”     Death doubts it, argues from the ground.    The Spirit…

Apparently with no surprise    To any happy flower,    The frost beheads it at its play    In accidental power.    The blond assassin passes on,    The sun proceeds unmoved    To measure off another…

There’s something quieter than sleep    Within this inner room!    It wears a sprig upon its breast,    And will not tell its name.     Some touch it and some kiss…

 The day came slow, till five o’clock,    Then sprang before the hills    Like hindered rubies, or the light    A sudden musket spills.     The purple could not keep the…

 Not knowing when the dawn will come    I open every door;    Or has it feathers like a bird,    Or billows like a shore?

When night is almost done,    And sunrise grows so near    That we can touch the spaces,    It ‘s time to smooth the hair     And get the dimples ready,    And…

Could I but ride indefinite,    As doth the meadow-bee,    And visit only where I liked,    And no man visit me,     And flirt all day with buttercups,    And marry whom…

A door just opened on a street —    I, lost, was passing by —    An instant’s width of warmth disclosed,    And wealth, and company.     The door as sudden…

    Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,    Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,    Proud of my night since thou with…

For each ecstatic instant    We must an anguish pay    In keen and quivering ratio    To the ecstasy.     For each beloved hour    Sharp pittances of years,    Bitter contested farthings    And coffers heaped…