Pain has an element of blank;    It cannot recollect    When it began, or if there were    A day when it was not.     It has no future but itself,    Its…

    The mushroom is the elf of plants,    At evening it is not;    At morning in a truffled hut    It stops upon a spot     As if it tarried always;    And…

    The mountain sat upon the plain    In his eternal chair,    His observation omnifold,    His inquest everywhere.     The seasons prayed around his knees,    Like children round a sire:    Grandfather of the…

    The moon was but a chin of gold    A night or two ago,    And now she turns her perfect face    Upon the world below.     Her forehead is of…

    The moon is distant from the sea,    And yet with amber hands    She leads him, docile as a boy,    Along appointed sands.     He never misses a degree;    Obedient to…

    She laid her docile crescent down,    And this mechanic stone    Still states, to dates that have forgot,    The news that she is gone.     So constant to its stolid…

    He fumbles at your spirit    As players at the keys    Before they drop full music on;    He stuns you by degrees,     Prepares your brittle substance    For the ethereal blow,    By…

   Through the straight pass of suffering    The martyrs even trod,    Their feet upon temptation,    Their faces upon God.     A stately, shriven company;    Convulsion playing round,    Harmless as streaks of meteor    Upon…

    The rose did caper on her cheek,    Her bodice rose and fell,    Her pretty speech, like drunken men,    Did stagger pitiful.     Her fingers fumbled at her work, —    Her…

    I felt a clearing in my mind    As if my brain had split;    I tried to match it, seam by seam,    But could not make them fit.     The…