I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too – And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness...
I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.
A power of Butterfly must be – The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, – The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, – Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye...
I 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.
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.
Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish –.
My business is circumference.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind – The Mind is a single State – The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent – One – is the Population – Numerous enough – This ecstatic Nation Seek – it is Yourself.
Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.