The soul should always stand ajar,    That if the heaven inquire,    He will not be obliged to wait,    Or shy of troubling her.     Depart, before the host has…

    It sifts from leaden sieves,    It powders all the wood,    It fills with alabaster wool    The wrinkles of the road.     It makes an even face    Of mountain and of…

    A narrow fellow in the grass    Occasionally rides;    You may have met him, — did you not,    His notice sudden is.     The grass divides as with a comb,    A…

    “Whose are the little beds,” I asked,    “Which in the valleys lie?”    Some shook their heads, and others smiled,    And no one made reply.     “Perhaps they did not…

    The show is not the show,    But they that go.    Menagerie to me    My neighbor be.    Fair play —    Both went to see.

    The body grows outside, —    The more convenient way, —    That if the spirit like to hide,    Its temple stands alway     Ajar, secure, inviting;    It never did betray    The soul…

    Some things that fly there be, —    Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:    Of these no elegy.     Some things that stay there be, —    Grief, hills, eternity:    Nor this behooveth me….

    An everywhere of silver,    With ropes of sand    To keep it from effacing    The track called land.

    This is the land the sunset washes,    These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;    Where it rose, or whither it rushes,    These are the western mystery!     Night…

    The robin is the one    That interrupts the morn    With hurried, few, express reports    When March is scarcely on.     The robin is the one    That overflows the noon    With her…