She slept beneath a tree    Remembered but by me.    I touched her cradle mute;    She recognized the foot,    Put on her carmine suit, —    And see!

    The thought beneath so slight a film    Is more distinctly seen, —    As laces just reveal the surge,    Or mists the Apennine.

    I can wade grief,    Whole pools of it, —    I ‘m used to that.    But the least push of joy    Breaks up my feet,    And I tip — drunken.    Let no…

    The sun just touched the morning;    The morning, happy thing,    Supposed that he had come to dwell,    And life would be all spring.     She felt herself supremer, —    A…

    There came a wind like a bugle;    It quivered through the grass,    And a green chill upon the heat    So ominous did pass    We barred the windows and the…

    The stimulus, beyond the grave    His countenance to see,    Supports me like imperial drams    Afforded royally.

    ‘T is whiter than an Indian pipe,    ‘T is dimmer than a lace;    No stature has it, like a fog,    When you approach the place.     Not any voice…

    A spider sewed at night    Without a light    Upon an arc of white.    If ruff it was of dame    Or shroud of gnome,    Himself, himself inform.    Of immortality    His strategy    Was physiognomy.

    It struck me every day    The lightning was as new    As if the cloud that instant slit    And let the fire through.     It burned me in the night,    It…

    The soul unto itself    Is an imperial friend, —    Or the most agonizing spy    An enemy could send.     Secure against its own,    No treason it can fear;    Itself its sovereign,…