Poems

POEMS

BY

EMILY DICKINSON

THIRD SERIES

EMILY DICKINSON'S POEMS.

Edited by two of her friends, Mabel Loomis
Todd and T. IV. Higginson.

FIRST AND SECOND SERIES. r6mo, cloth,
price of each, $1.25 ; white and green
cloth, full gilt, price of each, $1.50.

ROBERTS BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS,
Boston.

POEMS

BY

EMILY DICKINSON
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MABEL LOOMIS TODD
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THIRD SERIES

BOSTON

ROBERTS BROTHERS
1896

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LIBRARY

724828

Copyright, 1896,
BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.

SECOND EDITION.

JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.

TT 'j all I have to bring to-day,

This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,

And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, —

Some one the sum could tell, —
This, and my heart, and all the bees

Which in the clover dwell.

PREFACE.

HPHE intellectual activity of Emily Dickinson was
so great that a large and characteristic choice
is still possible among her literary material, and this
third volume of her verses is put forth in response
to the repeated wish of the admirers of her peculiar
genius.

Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
— even rhymed, though frequently not set apart in
lines. Also many verses, written as such, were sent
to friends in letters; these were published in 1894,
in the volumes of her Letters. It has not been
necessary, however, to include them in this Series,
and all have been omitted, except three or four
exceptionally strong ones, as "A Book," and "With
Flowers."

viii PREFACE.

There is internal evidence that many of the poems
were simply spontaneous flashes of insight, appar
ently unrelated to outward circumstance. Others,
however, had an obvious personal origin ; for example,
the verses "I had a Guinea golden," which seem to
have been sent to some friend travelling in Europe,
as a dainty reminder of letter- writing delinquencies.
The surroundings in which any of Emily Dickinson's
verses are known to have been written usually serve
to explain them clearly; but in general the present
volume is full of thoughts needing no interpretation
to those who apprehend this scintillating spirit.

M. L. T.

AMHERST, October, 1896.

CONTENTS.

PRELUDE -. . . . v

PREFACE vii

BOOK I. -LIFE. PAGE

I. Real Riches 13

II. Superiority to Fate 14

III. Hope 15

IV. Forbidden Fruit (i) 16

V. Forbidden Fruit (2) 17

VI. A Word 18

VII. " To venerate the simple days " 19

VIII. Life's Trades 20

IX. " Drowning is not so pitiful " 21

X. " How still the bells in steeples stand" .... 22

XL " If the foolish call them ' flowers '" 23

XII. A Syllable 25

! CONTENTS.

PACK

XIII. Parting . . 26

XIV. Aspiration 27

XV. The Inevitable 28

XVI. A Book 29

XVII. " Who has not found the heaven below " . . 30

XVIII. A Portrait 31

XIX. I had a Guinea Golden 32

XX. Saturday Afternoon 34

XXI. " Few get enough, — enough is one " . . . 35

XXII. "Upon the gallows hung a wretch" ... 36

XXIII. The Lost Thought 37

XXIV. Reticence 38

XXV. With Flowers 39

XXVI. " The farthest thunder that I heard " ... 40

XXVII. " On the bleakness of my lot " 41

XXVIII. Contrast 42

XXIX. Friends 43

" XXX. Fire 44

XXXI. A Man 45

XXXII. Ventures 46

XXXIII. Griefs 47

XXXIV. " I have a king who does not speak "... 49

CONTENTS. 3

PAGE

XXXV. Disenchantment 50

XXXVI. Lost Faith 51

XXXVII. Lost Joy 52

XXXVIII. " I worked for chaff, and earning wheat " . 53

XXXIX. " Life, and Death, and Giants " 54

XL. Alpine Glow 55

XLI. Remembrance 56

XLII. " To hang our head ostensibly " 57

XLIII. The Brain 58

XLIV. " The bone that has no marrow " .... 59

XLV. The Past 60

XLVI. " To help our bleaker parts " 61

XLVII. " What soft, cherubic creatures " .... 62

XLVIII. Desire 63

XLIX. Philosophy 64

L. Power 65

LI. " A modest lot, a fame petite " 66

LII. " Is bliss, then, such abyss " 67

LIII. Experience 63

LIV. Thanksgiving Day 69

LV. Childish Griefs 70

CONTENTS,

BOOK II. — LOVE.

PAGE

I. Consecration 73

II. Love's Humility 74

III. Love 75

IV. Satisfied 76

V. With a Flower 78

VI. Song 79

VII. Loyalty 80

VIII. " To lose thee, sweeter than to gain" . . . 81

IX. " Poor little heart 1 " 82

X. Forgotten 83

XI. " I 've got an arrow here " 85

XII. The Master 86

XIII. " Heart, we will forget him ! " 87

XIV. "Father, I bring thee not myself" .... 88
XV. " We outgrow love, like other things "... 89

XVI. " Not with a club the heart is broken "... 90

XVII. Who? 91

XVIII. " He touched me, so I live to know "... 92

XIX. Dreams 93

XX. Numen Lumen 94

CONTENTS. 5

PAGE
XXI. Longing 95

XXII. Wedded 97

BOOK III. — NATURE.

I. Nature's Changes 101

II. The Tulip 102

III. " A light exists in spring " 103

IV. The Waking Year 105

V. To March 106

VI. March 108

VII. Dawn 109

VIII. " A murmur in the trees to note " .... no

IX. " Morning is the place for dew " 112

X. "To my quick ears the leaves conferred " . . 113

XI. A Rose 114

XII. " High from the earth I heard a bird " . . . 115

XIII. Cobwebs 116

XIV. A Well . . . . 117

XV. " To make a prairie it takes a clover " . . . 119

XVI. The Wind 120

XVII. " A dew sufficed itself" 121

6 CON TEATS.

PAGE

XVIII. The Woodpecker 122

XIX. A Snake 123

XX. " Could I but ride indefinite " 124

XXL The Moon 125

XXII. The Bat 127

XXIII. The Balloon 128

XXIV. Evening 130

XXV. Cocoon 131

XXVI. Sunset 132

XXVII. Aurora . • 133

XXVIII. The Coming of Night 134

XXIX. Aftermath 136

BOOK IV. — TIME AND ETERNITY.

I. " This world is not conclusion " 139

II. "We learn in the retreating" 140

III. " They say that ' time assuages '" .... 141

IV. " We cover thee, sweet face " 142

V. Ending H3

VI. "The stimulus, beyond the grave" .... 144

VII. " Given in marriage unto thee " 145

CONTENTS. 7

PAGE

VIII. " That such have died enables us " .... 146

IX. "They won't frown always, — some sweet

day" 147

X. Immortality 148

XI. " The distance that the dead have gone " . . 149

XII. " How dare the robins sing " 150

XIII. Death 151

XIV. Unwarned 152

XV. "Each that we lose takes part of us" ... 153

XVI. " Not any higher stands the grave" .... 154

XVII. Asleep 155

XVIII. The Spirit !56

XIX. The Monument 157

XX. " Bless God, he went as soldiers " .... 158

XXI. " Immortal is an ample word " 159

XXII. " Where every bird is bold to go " .... 160

XXIII. " The grave my little cottage is " 161

XXIV. "This was in the white of the year " ... 162
XXV. " Sweet hours have perished here " ... 163

XXVI. "Me! Come! My dazzled face " .... 164

XXVII. Invisible 165

XXVIII. " I wish I knew that woman's name " . . . 166

8 CONTENTS,

PAGE

XXIX. Trying to Forget 167

XXX. " I felt a funeral in my brain " 168

XXXI. " I meant to find her when I came" . . . 169

XXXII. Waiting 170

XXXIII. "A sickness of this world it most occasions" 171

XXXIV. " Superfluous were the sun " 172

XXXV. " So proud she was to die " 173

XXXVI. Farewell 174

XXXVII. "The dying need but little, dear" ... 175

XXXVIII. Dead 176

XXXIX. " The soul should always stand ajar " . . 177

XL. " Three weeks passed since I had seen her " 178

XLI. " I breathed enough to learn the trick " . . 179

XLIL "I wonder if the sepulchre" 180

XLIII. Joy in Death 181

XLIV. "If I may have it when it's dead" ... 182

XLV. " Before the ice is in the pools " .... 183

XLVI. Dying 184

XLVII. " Adrift ! A little boat adrift !".... 185

XLVIII. " There 's been a death in the opposite house " 186

XLIX. "We never know we go, — when we are

going" 188

CONTENTS. 9

PAGE

L. The Soul's Storm 189

LI. " Water is taught by thirst " 190

LII. Thirst 191

LIII. " A clock stopped — not the mantel's " . . 192

LIV. Charlotte Bronte's Grave 193

LV. " A toad can die of light !" 195

LVI. " Far from love the Heavenly Father " . . 196

LVII. Sleeping 197

LVIII. Retrospect 198

LIX. Eternity 200

I.

LIFE.

POEMS.

i.

REAL RICHES.

' r~P IS little I could care for pearls
-*- Who own the ample sea ;

Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me ;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines ;

Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome

Continual crowning me.

14 POEMS.

II.
SUPERIORITY TO FATE,

O UPERIORITY to fate

Is difficult to learn.
'T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn

A pittance at a time,
Until, to her surprise,

The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.

POEMS. 1 5

III.
HOPE.

T T OPE is a subtle glutton ;
•*"*• He feeds upon the fair ;
And yet, inspected closely,
What abstinence is there !

His is the halcyon table -
That never seats but one,

And whatsoever is consumed
The same amounts remain.

1 6 POEMS.

IV.
FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

i.

"TCORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks :
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks !

POEMS. 17

V.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

n.

TT EAVEN is what I cannot reach !
•*- -*• The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That ' heaven ' is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,

The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, —

There Paradise is found !

1 8 POEMS.

A

VI.
A WORD.

WORD is dead
When it is said,

Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live

That day.

POEMS. IQ

VII.

n^O venerate the simple days
-*• Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember

That from you or me
They may take the trifle

Termed mortality !

To invest existence with a stately air,
Needs but to remember

That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests

For the upper air !

20 POEMS.

VIII.
LIFE'S TRADES.

TT ?s such a little thing to weep,
•*• So short a thing to sigh ;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die !

POEMS. 2 1

IX.

•pvROWNING is not so pitiful
-*-^ As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man

Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever

To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part'company, —

For he is grasped of God.
The Maker's cordial visage,

However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,

Like an adversity.

22 POEMS.

X.

TT OW still the bells in steeples stand,
•*- •*- Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody !

POEMS. 23

XI.

T F the foolish call them ' flowers/
•*• Need the wiser tell?
If the savans ' classify ' them,
It is just as well !

Those who read the Revelations

Must not criticise
Those who read the same edition

With beclouded eyes !

Could we stand with that old Moses

Canaan denied, —
Scan, like him, the stately landscape

On the other side, —

Doubtless we should deem superfluous

Many sciences
Not pursued by learned angels

In scholastic skies !

24 POEMS.

Low amid that glad Belles lettres
Grant that we may stand,

Stars, amid profound Galaxies,
At that grand * Right hand ' !

POEMS. 25

XII.
A SYLLABLE.

COULD mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,

JT would crumble with the weight.

26 POEMS,

XIII.
PARTING.

TV T Y life closed twice before its close ;
•*•*•* It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,

As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven.

And all we need of hell.

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XIV.
ASPIRATION.

T X 7E never know how high we are

* * Till we are called to rise ;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite

Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp

For fear to be a king.

28 POEMS.

XV.
% THE INEVITABLE.

T \ 7HILE I was fearing it, it came,

* * But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long

Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,

A fitting a despair.
JTis harder knowing it is due,

Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,

The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it

A whole existence through.

POEMS. 29

XVI.
A BOOK.

HP HE RE is no frigate like a book
•*- To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toll ;
How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul !

30 POEMS.

XVII.

"\ X 7 HO has not found the heaven below
V V Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.

POEMS. 31

XVIII.
A PORTRAIT.

A FACE devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances, —
First time together thrown.

32 POEMS.

XIX.
I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.

T HAD a guinea golden ;

*** I lost it in the sand,

And though the sum was simple,

And pounds were in the land,
Still had it such a value

Unto my frugal eye,
That when I could not find it

I sat me down to sigh.

I had a crimson robin

Who sang full many a day,
But when the woods were painted

He, too, did fly away.
Time brought me other robins, —

Their ballads were the same, —
Still for my missing troubadour

I kept the ' house at hame.'

POEMS. 33

I had a star in heaven ;

One Pleiad was its name,
And when I was not heeding

It wandered from the same.
And though the skies are crowded,

And all the night ashine,
I do not care about it,

Since none of them are mine.

My story has a moral :

I have a missing friend, —
Pleiad its name, and robin,

And guinea in the sand, —
And when this mournful ditty,

Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor

In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn

May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation

Beneath the sun may find.

NOTE. — This poem may have had, like many others, a per
sonal origin. It is more than probable that it was sent to
some friend travelling in Europe, a dainty reminder of letter-
writing delinquencies.

3

34 POEMS.

XX.
SATURDAY AFTERNOON.

T^ROM all the jails the boys and girls
-•- Ecstatically leap, —
Beloved, only afternoon
That prison does n't keep.

They storm the earth and stun the air,

A mob of solid bliss.
Alas ! that frowns could He in wait

For such a foe as this !

POEMS*

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XXI.

get enough, — enough is one
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To stealthily belong ?

36 POEMS.

XXII.

T 7 PON the gallows hung a wretch,
^ Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.

As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,

For this was woman's son.
f 'T was all I had,' she stricken gasped ;

Oh, what a livid boon !

POEMS. 37

XXIII.
THE LOST THOUGHT.

T 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 thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,

But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.

38 POEMS.

XXIV.
RETICENCE.

/~PHE 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 nature not survive

Without a listener?

Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be.

The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.

POEMS. 39

XXV.
WITH FLOWERS.

T F recollecting were forgetting,
•*• Then I remember not ;
And if forgetting, recollecting,

How near I had forgot !
And if to miss were merry,

And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers

That gathered these to-day !

4O POEMS.

XXVI.

'"PHE farthest thunder that I heard
•*• Was nearer than the sky,
And rumbles still, though torrid noons

Have lain their missiles by.
The lightning that preceded it

Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt

For all the rest of life.
Indebtedness to oxygen

The chemist may repay,
But not the obligation

To electricity.
It founds the homes and decks the days,

And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant

Of that waylaying light.
The thought is quiet as a flake, —

A crash without a sound ;
How life's reverberation

Its explanation found !

POEMS. 41

XXVII.

ON the bleakness of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
Will reward the hand ;

Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.

42 POEMS.

XXVIII.
CONTRAST.

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 shut, and I,

1, lost, was passing by, —
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,

Enlightening misery.

POEMS. 43

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XXIX.

x

FRIENDS.

RE friends delight or pain ?
Could bounty but remain
Riches were good.

But if they only stay
Bolder to fly away,
Riches are sad.

44 POEMS.

XXX.
FIRE.

A SHES denote that fire was ;
•*•*' Respect the grayest pile
For the departed creature's sake
That hovered there awhile.

Fire exists the first in light,
And then consolidates, —

Only the chemist can disclose
Into what carbonates.

POEMS. 45

XXXI.

A MAN.

FATE slew him, but he did not drop ;
She felled — he did not fall —
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes —
He neutralized them all.

She stung him, sapped his firm advance,

But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,

Acknowledged him a man.

46 POEMS.

XXXII.
VENTURES.

to fail, but infinite to venture.
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many 's the gallant, overwhelmed creature
Nodding in navies nevermore.

POEMS. 47

XXXIII.
GRIEFS.

I MEASURE every grief I meet
With analytic eyes ;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,

Or did it just begin ?
I could not tell the date of mine,

It feels so old a pain.

I wonder if it hurts to live,

And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,

They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled —
Some thousands — on the cause

Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause •.

48 POEMS.

Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,

Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told ;

The reason deeper lies, —
Death is but one and comes but once,

And only nails the eyes.

There 's grief of want, and grief of cold,
A sort they call ' despair ; '

There 's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind

Correctly, yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords

In passing Calvary,

To note the fashions of the cross,
Of those that stand alone,

Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.

POEMS. 49

XXXIV.

T HAVE a king who does not speak ;
•*• So, wondering, thro' the hours meek

I trudge the day away, —
Half glad when it is night and sleep,
If, haply, thro' a dream to peep

In parlors shut by day.

And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums

Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my childish sky,
And bells keep saying ' victory '

From steeples in my soul !

And if I don't, the little Bird
Within the Orchard is not heard,

And I omit to pray,
' Father, thy will be done ' to-day,
For my will goes the other way,

And it were perjury !
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50 POEMS.

XXXV.
DISENCHANTMENT.

T T dropped so low in my regard
•*• I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind ;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less

Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares

Upon my silver shelf.

POEMS. 5 1

XXXVI.
LOST FAITH.

'""PO lose one's faith surpasses
•*• The loss of an estate,
Because estates can be

Replenished, — faith cannot.

Inherited with life,

Belief but once can be ;
Annihilate a single clause,

And Being 's beggary.

POEMS.

XXXVII.
LOST JOY.

T HAD a daily bliss
•*• I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir, —
It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,

Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right.

POEMS. 53

XXXVIII.

T WORKED for chaff, and earning wheat
•*• Was haughty and betrayed.
What right had fields to arbitrate
In matters ratified ?

I tasted wheat, — and hated chaff,
And thanked the ample friend ;

Wisdom is more becoming viewed
At distance than at hand.

54 POEMS.

XXXIX.

T IFE, and Death, and Giants
*~* Such as these, are still.
Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill,
Beetle at the candle,

Or a fife's small fame,
Maintain by accident

That they proclaim.

POEMS. 55

XL.
ALPINE GLOW.

OUR lives are Swiss, —
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,

The solemn Alps,

The siren Alps,
Forever intervene !

56 POEMS.

XLI.
REMEMBRANCE.

EMEMBRANCE has a rear and front,

?T is something like a house ;
It has a garret also

For refuse and the mouse,

Besides, the deepest cellar

That ever mason hewed ;
Look to it, by its fathoms

Ourselves be not pursued.

POEMS. 57

XLII.

/~PO hang our head ostensibly,
•^ And subsequent to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind,

Affords the sly presumption
That, in so dense a fuzz,

You, too, take cobweb attitudes
Upon a plane of gauze !

5 8 POEMS.

XLIII.
THE BRAIN.

HP HE brain is wider than the sky,
•*• For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,

The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.

The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,

And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.

POEMS. 59

XLIV.

THE bone that has no marrow
What ultimate for that?
It is not fit for table,
For beggar, or for cat.

A bone has obligations,
A being has the same ;

A marrowless assembly
Is culpabler than shame.

But how shall finished creatures
A function fresh obtain ? —

Old Nicodemus' phantom
Confronting us again !

60 POEMS.

XLV.
THE PAST.

HP HE past is such a curious creature,
•*• To look her in the face
A transport may reward us,
Or a disgrace.

Unarmed if any meet her,

I charge him, fly !
Her rusty ammunition

Might yet reply !

POEMS, 6 1

XLVI.

TO help our bleaker parts
Salubrious hours are given,
Which if they do not fit for earth
Drill silently for heaven.

62 POEMS.

XLVII.

T ~\ 7 HAT soft, cherubic creatures
* * These gentlewomen are !

One would as soon assault a plush
Or violate a star.

Such dimity convictions,

A horror so refined
Of freckled human nature,

Of Deity ashamed, —

It 's such a common glory,

A fisherman's degree !
Redemption, brittle lady,

Be so, ashamed of thee.

POEMS. 63

XLVIII.
DESIRE.

TT 7HO never wanted, — maddest joy
^ V Remains to him unknown ;
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.

Within its hope, though yet ungrasped

Desire's perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality

Should disenthrall thy soul.

64 POEMS.

XLIX.
PHILOSOPHY.

T T might be easier

To fail with land in sight,
Than gain my blue peninsula
To perish of delight.

POEMS. 65

L.
POWER.

VT'OU cannot put a fire out ;
•*• A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.

You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer, —

Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.

66 POEMS.

LI.

A MODEST lot, a fame /<?///<?,
"• A brief campaign of sting and sweet

Is plenty ! Is enough !
A sailor's business is the shore,

A soldier's — balls. Who asketh more
Must seek the neighboring life !

POEMS. 67

LII.

IS bliss, then, such abyss
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe ?

1 'd rather suit my foot
Than save my boot,
For yet to buy another pair
Is possible
At any fair.

But bliss is sold just once ;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.

68 POEMS.

LIII.
EXPERIENCE.

T STEPPED from plank to plank
•*• So slow and cautiously ;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch, —

This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

POEMS, 69

LIV.
THANKSGIVING DAY.

ONE day is there of the series
Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.

Neither patriarch nor pussy,

I dissect the play ;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,

Reflex holiday.

Had there been no sharp subtraction

From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption

Where was once a room,

Not a mention, whose small pebble

Wrinkled any bay, —
Unto such, were such assembly,

'T were Thanksgiving day.

7O POEMS.

LV.
CHILDISH GRIEFS.

O OFTENED by Time's consummate plush,
^ How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years !

Bisected now by bleaker griefs,

We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,

So easy to repair.

II.

LOVE.

POEMS 73

I.

CONSECRATION.

T3ROUD 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 moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

74 POEMS.

II.

LOVE'S HUMILITY.

IV/j" Y worthiness is all my doubt,

His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear ;

Lest I should insufficient prove

For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension

Within my loving creed.

So I, the undivine abode

Of his elect content,
Conform my soul as 't were a church

Unto her sacrament.

POEMS.

75

III.

LOVE.

T OVE is anterior to life,
-*— ' Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

76 POEMS.

IV.

SATISFIED.

E blessing had I, than the rest
So larger to my eyes
That I stopped gauging, satisfied,
For this enchanted size.

It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, —

A perfect, paralyzing bliss
Contented as despair.

I knew no more of want or cold,

Phantasms both become,
For this new value in the soul,

Supremest earthly sum.

The heaven below the heaven above
Obscured with ruddier hue.

Life's latitude leant over-full ;
The judgment perished, too.

POEMS. 77

Why joys so scantily disburse,

Why Paradise defer,
Why floods are served to us in bowls, —

I speculate no more.

78 POEMS.

V.

WITH A FLOWER.

\\7 HEN roses cease to bloom, dear,

And violets are done,
When bumble-bees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,

The hand that paused to gather

Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn, —

Then take my flower, pray !

POEMS. 79

VI.
SONG.

OUMMER for thee grant I may be
^ When summer days are flown !
Thy music still when whippoorwill
And oriole are done !

For thee to bloom, I '11 skip the tomb

And sow my blossoms o'er !
Pray gather me, Anemone,

Thy flower forevermore !

80 POEMS,

VII.
LOYALTY.

O PLIT the lark and you '11 find the music,
° Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled,
Scantily dealt to the summer morning,
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush, reserved for you ;

Scarlet experiment ! sceptic Thomas,

Now, do you doubt that your bird was true ?

POEMS. 8 1

VIII.

lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
'T is true the drought is destitute,
But then I had the dew !

The Caspian has its realms of sand,

Its other realm of sea ;
Without the sterile perquisite

No Caspian could be.

82 POEMS.

IX.

POOR little heart !
•*• Did they forget thee ?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!

Proud little heart !
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair ! Be debonair !

Frail little heart !
I would not break thee :
Could'st credit me ? Could'st credit me ?

Gay little heart !
Like morning glory
Thou '11 wilted be ; thou '11 wilted be !

POEMS. 83

X.

FORGOTTEN.

'T'HEREisa word
•*• Which bears a sword

Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables, —

At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell

On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother

Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,

There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory !

84 .POEMS.

Behold the keenest marksman !

The most accomplished shot !
Time's sublimest target

Is a soul ' forgot' !

POEMS. 85

XI.

T 'VE got an arrow here ;

•*• Loving the hand that sent it,

I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in ' skirmish * !

Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow

Sped by an archer's bow.

86 POEMS.

XII.
THE MASTER.

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 fainter hammers, further heard,

Then nearer, then so slow

Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, —

Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.

POEMS. 87

XIII.

T T EART, we will forget him !
*4 You and I, to-night !
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim ;

Haste ! lest while you 're lagging,
I may remember him !

88 POEMS.

XIV.

T^ATHER, I bring thee not myself,
•*• That were the little load ;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not strength to hold.

The heart I cherished in my own
Till mine too heavy grew,

Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you ?

POEMS. 89

XV.

E outgrow love like other things

And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

90 POEMS.

XVI.

"VT OT with a club the heart is broken,

Nor with a stone ;

A whip, so small you could not see it,
I Ve known

To lash the magic creature

Till it fell,
Yet that whip's name too noble

Then to tell.

Magnanimous of bird

By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone

Of which it died.

POEMS. 91

XVII.
WHO?

TV yf Y friend must be a bird,
™* Because it flies !
Mortal my friend must be,

Because it dies !
Barbs has it, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend,

Thou puzzlest me 1

92 POEMS.

XVIII.

TT E touched me, so I live to know
•** •*• That such a day, permitted so,

I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea

Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I 'm different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,

Or brushed a royal gown ;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now

To tenderer renown.

POEMS. 93

XIX.
DREAMS.

T ET me not mar that perfect dream
^* By an auroral stain,
But so adjust my daily night
That it will come again.

94 POEMS.

XX.

NUMEN LUMEN.

T LIVE with him, I see his face ;
•*• I go no more away
For visitor, or sundown ;
Death's single privacy,

The only one forestalling mine,

And that by right that he
Presents a claim invisible,

No wedlock granted me.

I live with him, I hear his voice,

I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty

Of immortality

Taught me by Time, — the lower way,

Conviction every day, —
That life like this is endless,

Be judgment what it may.

POEMS. 95

XXI.
LONGING.

T ENVY seas whereon he rides,
•*• I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy speechless hills

That gaze upon his journey ;

How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly

As heaven, unto me !

I envy nests of sparrows
That dot his distant eaves,

The wealthy fly upon his pane,
The happy, happy leaves

That just abroad his window
Have summer's leave to be,

The earrings of Pizarro
Could not obtain for me.

96 POEMS.

I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring

To tell him it is noon abroad, —
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,

Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.

POEMS. 97

XXII.
WEDDED.

A SOLEMN thing it was, I said,
•**• A woman white to be,
And wear, if God should count me fit,
Her hallowed mystery.

A timid thing to drop a life

Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back

Eternity until.

III.

NATURE.

POEMS. 10 1

I.

NATURE'S CHANGES.

THE springtime's pallid landscape
Will glow like bright bouquet,
Though drifted deep in parian
The village lies to-day.

The lilacs, bending many a year,
With purple load will hang ;

The bees will not forget the tune
Their old forefathers sang.

The rose will redden in the bog,

The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,

And covenant gentians frill,

Till summer folds her miracle
As women do their gown,

Or priests adjust the symbols
When sacrament is done.

102 POEMS.

II.

THE TULIP.

0 HE slept beneath a tree
M Remembered but by me.

1 touched her cradle mute ;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit, —

And see !

POEMS. 103

III.

ALIGHT exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.

When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad

On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,

But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn ;

It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know ;

It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,

Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,

It passes, and we stay :

IO4 POEMS.

A quality of loss

Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a sacrament.

POEMS. 105

IV.
THE WAKING YEAR.

A LADY red upon the hill
•^^ Her annual secret keeps ;
A lady white within the field
In placid lily sleeps !

The tidy breezes with their brooms
Sweep vale, and hill, and tree !

Prithee, my pretty housewives !
Who may expected be ?

The neighbors do not yet suspect !

The woods exchange a smile —
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird —

In such a little while !

And yet how still the landscape stands,
How nonchalant the wood,

As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd !

IO6 POEMS.

V.

TO MARCH.

TAEAR March, come in!

^ How glad I am !

I looked for you before.

Put down your hat —

You must have walked —

How out of breath you are !

Dear March, how are you ?

And the rest ?

Did you leave Nature well ?

Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,

I have so much to tell !

I got your letter, and the birds' ;

The maples never knew

That you were coming, — I declare,

How red their faces grew !

But, March, forgive me —

And all those hills

POEMS. ID/

You left for me to hue ;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April !

Lock the door !

I will not be pursued !

He stayed away a year, to call

When I am occupied.

But trifles look so trivial

As soon as you have come,

That blame is just as dear as praise

And praise as mere as blame.

IO8 POEMS.

VI.
MARCH.

T X 7E like March, his shoes are purple,

* * He is new and high ;
Makes he mud for dog and peddler,

Makes he forest dry ;
Knows the adder's tongue his coming,

And begets her spot.
Stands the sun so close and mighty

That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others ;

Bold it were to die
With the blue-birds buccaneering

On his British sky.

POEMS. 109

VII.
DAWN.

will come

*\T OT knowing when the dawn wi
•*^ I open every door ;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore ?

1 10 POEMS.

VIII.

A MURMUR in the trees to note,
**• Not loud enough for wind ;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find ;

A long, long yellow on the lawn,

A hubbub as of feet ;
Not audible, as ours to us,

But dapperer, more sweet ;

A hurrying home of little men

To houses unperceived, —
All this, and more, if I should tell,

Would never be believed.

Of robins in the trundle bed

How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,

Although I heard them try !

POEMS. 1 1 1

But then I promised ne'er to tell ;

How could I break my word ?
So go your way and I '11 go mine, —

No fear you '11 miss the road.

112 POEMS.

IX.

TV/TORNING is the place for dew,
*•"• Corn is made at noon,
After dinner light for flowers,
Dukes for setting sun !

POEMS. 113

HPO my quick ear the leaves conferred ;
-^ The bushes they were bells ;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.

In cave if I presumed to hide,

The walls began to tell;
Creation seemed a mighty crack

To make me visible.

114

POEMS.

XL
A ROSE.

A SEPAL, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze

A caper in the trees, —
And I 'm a rose !

POEMS. 115

XII.

TT IGH from the earth I heard a bird ;
•••4 He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,

And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly

Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation

Nature had left behind.
A joyous-going fellow

I gathered from his talk,
Which both of benediction

And badinage partook,
Without apparent burden,

I learned, in leafy wood
He was the faithful father

Of a dependent brood ;
And this untoward transport

His remedy for care, —
A contrast to our respites.

How different we are !

Il6 POEMS.

XIII.
COBWEBS.

'""PHE spider as an artist

Has never been employed
Though his surpassing merit
Is freely certified

By every broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian land.

Neglected son of genius,
I take thee by the hand.

POEMS. 1 1 7

XIV.
A WELL.

WHAT mystery pervades a well !
The water lives so far,
Like neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar.

The grass does not appear afraid ;

I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold

At what is dread to me.

Related somehow they may be, —
The sedge stands next the sea,

Where he is floorless, yet of fear
No evidence gives he.

But nature is a stranger yet ;

The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,

Nor simplified her ghost.

Il8 POEMS.

To pity those that know her not

Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less

The nearer her they get.

POEMS. 119

XV.

/~PO make a prairie it takes a clover
"•• and one bee, —
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.

The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

120 POEMS.

XVI.
THE WIND.

TT's like the light,—

•*• A fashionless delight
It 's like the bee, —
A dateless melody.

It 's like the woods,
Private like breeze,

Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.

It 's like the morning, —
Best when it 's done, —

The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.

POEMS. 121

XVII.

A DEW sufficed itself
-^ And satisfied a leaf,
And felt, ' how vast a destiny !
How trivial is life ! '

The sun went out to work,
The day went out to play,

But not again that dew was seen
By physiognomy.

Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun

Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally unknown.

122 POEMS.

XVIII.
THE WOODPECKER.

T_T IS bill an auger is,

His head, a cap and frill.
He laboreth at every tree, —
A worm his utmost goal.

POEMS. 123

XIX.
A SNAKE.

SWEET is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake ;
'T is then we sigh for houses,

And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop

That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.

124 POEMS.

XX.

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 I may,

And dwell a little everywhere,
Or better, run away

With no police to follow,

Or chase me if I do,
Till I should jump peninsulas

To get away from you, —

I said, but just to be a bee

Upon a raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long,

And anchor off the bar, —
What liberty ! So captives deem

Who tight in dungeons are.

POEMS. 125

XXI.
THE MOON.

HP HE 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 amplest blond ;

Her cheek like beryl stone ;
Her eye unto the summer dew

The likest I have known.

Her lips of amber never part ;

But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow

\\ ere such her silver will !

And what a privilege to be

But the remotest star !
For certainly her way might pass

Beside your twinkling door.

1 26 POEMS.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,

The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.

POEMS. 127

XXII.
THE BAT.

bat is dun with wrinkled wings
Like fallow article,
And not a song pervades his lips,
Or none perceptible.

His small umbrella, quaintly halved,

Describing in the air
An arc alike inscrutable, —

Elate philosopher !

Deputed from what firmament

Of what astute abode,
Empowered with what malevolence

Auspiciously withheld.

To his adroit Creator

Ascribe no less the praise ;

Beneficent, believe me,
His eccentricities.

128 POEMS.

XXIII.
THE BALLOON.

\/'OU Ve seen balloons set, have n't you ?
•*• So stately they ascend
It is as swans discarded you
For duties diamond.

Their liquid feet go softly out

Upon a sea of blond ;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean

For creatures so renowned.

Their ribbons just beyond the eye,
They struggle some for breath,

And yet the crowd applauds below ;
They would not encore death.

The gilded creature strains and spins,

Trips frantic in a tree,
Tears open her imperial veins

And tumbles in the sea.

POEMS. 129

The crowd retire with an oath

The dust in streets goes down,
And clerks in counting-rooms observe,

* 'T was only a balloon.'

130 POEMS.

XXIV.
EVENING.

HP HE cricket sang,
•*• And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came, —
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home, —
And so the night became.

POEMS. 1 3 I

XXV.
COCOON.

habitation of whom?
Tabernacle or tomb,
Or dome of worm,
Or porch of gnome,
Or some elf's catacomb?

132 POEMS.

XXVI.
SUNSET.

A

SLOOP of amber slips away

Upon an ether sea,
And wrecks in peace a purple tar,
The son of ecstasy.

POEMS. 133

XXVII.
AURORA.

OF bronze and blaze
The north, to-night !

So adequate its forms,
So preconcerted with itself,

So distant to alarms, —
An unconcern so sovereign

To universe, or me,
It paints my simple spirit

With tints of majesty,
Till I take vaster attitudes,

And strut upon my stem,
Disdaining men and oxygen,

For arrogance of them.

My splendors are menagerie ;

But their competeless show
Will entertain the centuries

When I am, long ago,
An island in dishonored grass,

Whom none but daisies know.

1 34 POEMS.

XXVIII.
THE COMING OF NIGHT.

T T OW the old mountains drip with sunset,
•*••*• And the brake of dun !
How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel
By the wizard sun !

How the old steeples hand the scarlet,

Till the ball is full, -
Have I the lip of the flamingo

That I dare to tell?

Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,

Touching all the grass
With a departing, sapphire feature,

As if a duchess pass !

How a small dusk crawls on the village

Till the houses blot ;
And the odd flambeaux no men carry

Glimmer on the spot !

POEMS. 135

Now it is night in nest and kennel,

And where was the wood,
Just a dome of abyss is nodding

Into solitude I —

These are the visions baffled Guido ;

Titian never told ;
Domenichino dropped the pencil,

Powerless to unfold.

1 36 POEMS.

XXIX.

AFTERMATH.

n^HE murmuring of bees has ceased ;
-*- But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,

Has simultaneous come, —

The lower metres of the year,
When nature's laugh is done, —

The Revelations of the book
Whose Genesis is June.

IV.
TIME AND ETERNITY.

POEMS. 1 39

I.

THIS world is not conclusion ;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music.

But positive, as sound.
It beckons and it baffles ;

Philosophies don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,

Sagacity must go.
To guess it puzzles scholars ;

To gain it, men have shown
Contempt of generations,

And crucifixion known.

POEMS.

II.

TX7E learn in the retreating

How vast an one
Was recently among us.
A perished sun

Endears in the departure

How doubly more
Than all the golden presence

It was before !

POEMS. 141

III.

say that ' time assuages,'
Time never did assuage ;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.

Time is a test of trouble,

But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too

There was no malady.

142 POEMS.

IV.

T X 7E cover thee, sweet face.

* * Not that we tire of thee,
But that thyself fatigue of us ;

Remember, as thou flee,
We follow thee until

Thou notice us no more,
And then, reluctant, turn away

To con thee o'er and o'er,
And blame the scanty love

We were content to show,
Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold

If thou would'st take it now.

POEMS. 143

V.
ENDING.

n^HAT is solemn we have ended,
•*- Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
Or a holiday,

Or a leaving home ; or later,

Parting with a world
We have understood, for better

Still it be unfurled.

144 POEMS.

VI.

HE stimulus, beyond the grave

His countenance to see,
Supports me like imperial drams
Afforded royally.

POEMS. 145

VII.

IVEN in marriage unto thee,

Oh, thou celestial host !
Bride of the Father and the Son,
Bride of the Holy Ghost !

Other betrothal shall dissolve,
Wedlock of will decay ;

Only the keeper of this seal
Conquers mortality.

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146 POEMS.

VIII.

r~PHAT such have died enables us
••• The tranquiller to die ;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.

POEMS. 147

IX.

'"PHEY won't frown always, — some sweet day
•*• When I forget to tease,
They '11 recollect how cold I looked,
And how I just said ' please.'

Then they will hasten to the door

To call the little child,
Who cannot thank them, for the ice

That on her lisping piled.

148 POEMS,

X.

IMMORTALITY.

TT is an honorable thought,
-^ And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,

That we Ve immortal place,
Though pyramids decay,

And kingdoms, like the orchard,
Flit russetly away.

POEMS. 149

XL

distance that the dead have gone
•^ Does not at first appear ;
Their coming back seems possible
For many an ardent year.

And then, that we have followed them

We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become

With their dear retrospect.

I5O POEMS.

XII.

T T OW dare the robins sing,

•*- •*• When men and women hear

Who since they went to their account

Have settled with the year ! —
Paid all that life had earned

In one consummate bill,
And now, what life or death can do

Is immaterial.
Insulting is the sun

To him whose mortal light,
Beguiled of immortality,

Bequeaths him to the night.
In deference to him

Extinct be every hum,
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,

At daybreak overcome !

POEMS. I 5 I

XIII.
DEATH.

DEATH is like the insect
Menacing the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.

Bait it with the balsam,
Seek it with the knife,

Baffle, if it cost you
Everything in life.

Then, if it have burrowed
Out of reach of skill,

Ring the tree and leave it, —
'Tis the vermin's will.

152 POEMS.

XIV.
UNWARNED.

"^ IS sunrise, little maid, hast thou
•*• No station in the day ?
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, —
Retrieve thine industry.

'T is noon, my little maid, alas !

And art thou sleeping yet ?
The lily waiting to be wed,

The bee, dost thou forget?

My little maid, 't is night ; alas,

That night should be to thee
Instead of morning ! Hadst thou broached

Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,

I might have aided thee.

POEMS. 153

XV.

ACH that we lose takes part of us ;

A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.

154 POEMS.

XVI.

TVT OT any higher stands the grave
•*• ^ For heroes than for men ;
Not any nearer for the child
Than numb three-score and ten.

This latest leisure equal lulls
The beggar and his queen ;

Propitiate this democrat
By summer's gracious mien.

POEMS. 155

XVII.
ASLEEP.

A S far from pity as complaint,
*•** As cool to speech as stone,
As numb to revelation
As if my trade were bone.

As far from time as history,
As near yourself to-day

As children to the rainbow's scarf,
Or sunset's yellow play

To eyelids in the sepulchre.

How still the dancer lies,
While color's revelations break,

And blaze the butterflies !

156 POEMS.

XVIII.
THE SPIRIT.

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 denotes it here,

Or intimates it there ;
A spirit, how doth it accost?

What customs hath the air?

This limitless hyperbole
Each one of us shall be ;

'T is drama, if (hypothesis)
It be not tragedy !

POEMS. I$7

XIX.
THE MONUMENT.

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 trust,
The shaft that never knew,

It shames the constancy that fled
Before its emblem flew.

158 POEMS.

XX.

IT) LESS God, he went as soldiers,
•*— ^ His musket on his breast ;
Grant, God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest.

Please God, might I behold him

In epauletted white,
I should not fear the foe then,

I should not fear the fight.

POEMS. 159

XXI.

T M MORTAL is an ample word
••• When what we need is by,
But when it leaves us for a time,
'T is a necessity.

Of heaven above the firmest proof

We fundamental know,
Except for its marauding hand,

It had been heaven below.

160 POEMS.

XXII.

Tl 7 HERE every bird is bold to go,

* * And bees abashless play,
The foreigner before he knocks
Must thrust the tears away.

POEMS. l6l

XXIII.

HTHE grave my little cottage is,
•*• Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,

A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite

In strong society.

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1 62 POEMS.

XXIV.

HP HIS was in the white of the year,

That was in the green,
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As daisies now to be seen.

Looking back is best that is left,

Or if it be before,
Retrospection is prospect's half,

Sometimes almost more.

POEMS. 163

XXV.

WEET hours have perished here ;

This is a mighty room ;
Within its precincts hopes have played,
Now shadows in the tomb.

1 64 POEMS.

XXVI.

E ! Come ! My dazzled face
In such a shining place !

Me ! Hear ! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near !

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.

My holiday shall be
That they remember me ;

My paradise, the fame

That they pronounce my name.

POEMS. 165

XXVII.
INVISIBLE.

T^ROM us she wandered now a year,
•*• Her tarrying unknown ;
If wilderness prevent her feet,
Or that ethereal zone

No eye hath seen and lived,

We ignorant must be.
We only know what time of year

We took the mystery.

1 66 POEMS.

XXVIII.

T WISH I knew that woman's name,

So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say

She 's * sorry I am dead,' again,

Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,

Our only lullaby.

POEMS. 167

XXIX.
TRYING TO FORGET.

TDEREAVED of all, I went abroad,
^r* No less bereaved to be
Upon a new peninsula, —
The grave preceded me,

Obtained my lodgings ere myself,
And when I sought my bed,

The grave it was, reposed upon
The pillow for my head.

I waked, to find it first awake,

I rose, — it followed me ;
I tried to drop it in the crowd,

To lose it in the sea,

In cups of artificial drowse
To sleep its shape away, —

The grave was finished, but the spade
Remained in memory.

1 68 POEMS.

XXX.

I

FELT a funeral in my brain,

And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,

A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought

My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul

With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,

And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,

Wrecked, solitary, here.

POEMS. 169

XXXI.

T MEANT to find her when I came ;
•*• Death had the same design ;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the discomfit mine.

I meant to tell her how I longed

For just this single time ;
But Death had told her so the first,

And she had hearkened him.

To wander now is my abode ;

To rest, — to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane

To memory and me.

I /O POEMS.

xxxi r.

WAITING.

T SING to use the waiting,
•*• My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house ;
No more to do have I,

Till, his best step approaching,

We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang

To keep the dark away.

POEMS.

XXXIII.

A SICKNESS of this world it most occasions
•**• When best men die ;
A wishfulness their far condition
To occupy.

A chief indifference, as foreign

A world must be
Themselves forsake contented,

For Deity.

1 72 POEMS.

XXXIV.

OUPERFLUOUS were the sun
^ When excellence is dead ;
He were superfluous every day,
For every day is said

That syllable whose faith
Just saves it from despair,

And whose ' I '11 meet you ' hesitates
If love inquire, ' Where ? '

Upon his dateless fame

Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous

From an abundant sky.

POEMS. 173

XXXV.

O O proud she was to die
^ It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.

So satisfied to go

Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped

Almost to jealousy.

174 POEMS.

XXXVI.
FAREWELL.

HP IE the strings to my life, my Lord,
*- Then I am ready to go !
Just a look at the horses —
Rapid ! That will do !

Put me in on the firmest side,

So I shall never fall ;
For we must ride to the Judgment,

And it 's partly down hill.

But never I mind the bridges.
And never I mind the sea ;

Held fast in everlasting race
By my own choice and thee.

Good-by to the life I used to live,
And the world I used to know ;

And kiss the hills for me, just once ;
Now I am ready to go!

POEMS.

XXXVII.

HP HE dying need but little, dear,
A A glass of water 's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,

And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow

Perceives when you are gone.

1 76 POEMS,

XXXVIII.
DEAD.

'""PHERE '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 it,
Some chafe its idle hand ;

It has a simple gravity
I do not understand !

While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the « early dead,'

We, prone to periphrasis,

Remark that birds have fled !

POEMS. 177

XXXIX.

'IP HE 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 slid

The bolt upon the door,
To seek for the accomplished guest, —

Her visitor no more.

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178 POEM 5.

XL.

weeks passed since I had seen her,
•*• Some disease had vexed ;
T was with text and village singing
I beheld her next,

And a company — our pleasure

To discourse alone ;
Gracious now to me as any,

Gracious unto none.

Borne, without dissent of either,

To the parish night ;
Of the separated people

Which are out of sight ?

POEMS, 1 79

XLI.

T BREATHED enough to learn the trick,
•*• And now, removed from air,
T simulate the breath so well,
That one, to be quite sure

The lungs are stirless, must descend

Among the cunning cells,
And touch the pantomime himself.

How cool the bellows feels !

180 POEMS.

XLII.

T WONDER if the sepulchre
••• Is not a lonesome way,
When men and boys, and larks and June
Go down the fields to hay !

POEMS. I8l

XLIII.
JOY IN DEATH.

T F tolling bell I ask the cause.
-*• * A soul has gone to God/
I 'm answered in a lonesome tone ;
Is heaven then so sad ?

That bells should joyful ring to tell
A soul had gone to heaven,

Would seem to me the proper way
A good news should be given.

1 82 POEMS.

XLIV.

T F I may have it when it 's dead
-*- I will contented be ;
If just as soon as breath is out
It shall belong to me,

Until they lock it in the grave,

'T is bliss I cannot weigh,
For though they lock thee in the grave,

Myself can hold the key.

Think of it, lover ! I and thee
Permitted face to face to be ;

After a life, a death we 'll say, —
For death was that, and this is thee.

POEMS. 183

XLV.

T3 EFORE the ice is in the pools,

Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow,

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,

Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me !

What we touch the hems of

On a summer's day ;
What is only walking

Just a bridge away ;

That which sings so, speaks so.

WThen there 's no one here, —
Will the frock I wept in

Answer me to wear?

1 84 POEMS.

XLVI.
DYING.

T HEARD a fly buzz when I died ;

. The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure

For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away

What portion of me I
Could make assignable, — and then

There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me ;

And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

POEMS. 185

XLVII.

A DRIFT ! A little boat adrift !
** And night is coming down !
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town ?

So sailors say, on yesterday,
Just as the dusk was brown,

One little boat gave up its strife,
And gurgled down and down.

But angels say, on yesterday,

Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o'erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails

Exultant, onward sped !

1 86 POEMS.

XLVIII.

HTHERE 's been a death in the opposite house
-"• As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alvvay.

The neighbors rustle in and out,

The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,

Abrupt, mechanically ;

Somebody flings a mattress out, —

The children hurry by ;
They wonder if It died on that, —

I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in

As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,

And little boys besides ;

POEMS. 1 87

And then the milliner, and the man

Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.

There '11 be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon ;

It 's easy as a sign, —
The intuition of the news

In just a country town.

1 88 POEMS.

XLIX.

T \ 7E never know we go, — when we are going

^ * We jest and shut the door ;
Fate following behind us bolts it,

And we accost no more.

POEMS. 189

L.

THE SOUL'S STORM.

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 blistered in my dream ;

It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning's beam.

I thought that storm was brief, —
The maddest, quickest by ;

But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.

19° POEMS.

LI.

W

' ATER is taught by thirst ;

Land, by the oceans passed ;
Transport, by throe ;
Peace, by its battles told ;
Love, by memorial mould ;
Birds, by the snow.

POEMS. IQI

LII.

THIRST.

\\ 7E thirst at first, — 'tis Nature's act;
^ ^ And later, when we die,
A little water supplicate
Of fingers going by.

It intimates the finer want,

Whose adequate supply
Is that great water in the west

Termed immortality.

192 POEMS.

LIII.

A CLOCK stopped — not the mantel's ;
*"*• Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.

An awe came on the trinket !

The figures hunched with pain,
Then quivered out of decimals

Into degreeless noon.

It will not stir for doctors,

This pendulum of snow ;
The shopman importunes it,

While cool, concernless No

Nods from the gilded pointers,

Nods from the seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between

The dial life and him.

POEMS. 193

LIV.
CHARLOTTE BRONTE'S GRAVE.

A LL overgrown by cunning moss,
** All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of ' Currer Bell,'
In quiet Haworth laid.

This bird, observing others,

When frosts too sharp became,
Retire to other latitudes,

Quietly did the same,

But differed in returning ;

Since Yorkshire hills are green,
Yet not in all the nests I meet

Can nightingale be seen.

Gathered from many wanderings,

Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish

She reached the asphodel !

194 POEMS.

Soft fall the sounds of Eden

Upon her puzzled ear ;
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,

When ' Bronte ' entered there !

POEMS, IQS

LV.

A TOAD can die of light !
** Death is the common right

Of toads and men, —
Of earl and midge
The privilege.

Why swagger then ?
The gnat's supremacy
Is large as thine.

196 POEMS.

LVI.

Tj^AR from love the Heavenly Father

Leads the chosen child ;
Oftener through realm of briar
Than the meadow mild,

Oftener by the claw of dragon

Than the hand of friend,
Guides the little one predestined

To the native land.

POEMS. 197

LVII.
SLEEPING.

A LONG, long sleep, a famous sleep
** That makes no show for dawn
By stretch of limb or stir of lid, —
An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this ?

Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away

Nor once look up for noon ?

198 POEMS.

LVIII.
RETROSPECT.

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.

I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill ;

And then I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.

I thought just how red apples wedged
The stubble's joints between ;

And carts went stooping round the fields
To take the pumpkins in.

I wondered which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,

If father 'd multiply the plates
To make an even sum.

POEMS. 199

And if my stocking hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,

That not a Santa Glaus could reach
The altitude of me ?

But this sort grieved myself, and so

I thought how it would be
When just this time, some perfect year,

Themselves should come to me.

200 POEMS.

LIX.
ETERNITY.

this wondrous sea,
Sailing silently,
Ho ! pilot, ho !
Knowest thou the shore
Where no breakers roar,
Where the storm is o'er?

In the silent west
Many sails at rest,

Their anchors fast ;
Thither I pilot thee, —
Land, ho ! Eternity !

Ashore at last !

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