Mad for Poetry

    Soul, wilt thou toss again?    By just such a hazard    Hundreds have lost, indeed,    But tens have won an all.     Angels’ breathless ballot    Lingers to record thee;    Imps in eager…

    I years had been from home,    And now, before the door,    I dared not open, lest a face    I never saw before     Stare vacant into mine    And ask my…

    ‘T was just this time last year I died.    I know I heard the corn,    When I was carried by the farms, —    It had the tassels on….

    The reticent volcano keeps    His never slumbering plan;    Confided are his projects pink    To no precarious man.     If nature will not tell the tale    Jehovah told to her,    Can human…

    ‘T was a long parting, but the time    For interview had come;    Before the judgment-seat of God,    The last and second time     These fleshless lovers met,    A heaven in…

    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…