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We see-Comparatively

We see-Comparatively

534

We see-Comparatively-
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided-Yesterday-

This Morning's finer Verdict-
Makes scarcely worth the toil-
A furrow-Our Cordillera-
Our Apennine-a Knoll-

Perhaps 'tis kindly-done us-
The Anguish-and the loss-
The wrenching-for His Firmament
The Thing belonged to us-

To spare these Striding Spirits
Some Morning of Chagrin-
The waking in a Gnat's-embrace-
Our Giants-further on-
👁️ 1,019

The Test of Love—is Death

The Test of Love—is Death

573

The Test of Love—is Death—
Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith—
What Largest Lover—hath
Another—doth—


If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—


Accept its Most—
And overlook—the Dust—
Last—Least—
The Cross'—Request—
👁️ 921

This Merit hath the worst

This Merit hath the worst

979

This Merit hath the worst-
It cannot be again-
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown Her furthest Stone-

The Maimed may pause, and breathe,
And glance securely round-
The Deer attracts no further
Than it resists-the Hound-
👁️ 285

A Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face

421

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld-
The Lady date 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-
👁️ 416

This is my letter to the world,

This is my letter to the world,

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,--

The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;

For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
👁️ 261

This heart that broke so long

This heart that broke so long

145

This heart that broke so long-
These feet that never flagged-
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead-

Hound cannot overtake the Hare
That fluttered panting, here-
Nor any schoolboy rob the nest
Tenderness builded there.
👁️ 314

A Book

A Book

There 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!
👁️ 305

This Consciousness that is aware

This Consciousness that is aware

822

This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbors and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death
And that itself alone

Is traversing the interval
Experience between
And most profound experiment
Appointed unto Men-

How adequate unto itself
Its properties shall be
Itself unto itself and none
Shall make discovery.

Adventure most unto itself
The Soul condemned to be-
Attended by a single Hound
Its own identity.
👁️ 207

This Bauble was preferred of Bees

This Bauble was preferred of Bees

805

This Bauble was preferred of Bees-
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly-Hopeless Distances-
Was justified of Bird-

Did Noon-enamel-in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe-
It had created Her.
👁️ 271

Why do I love You, Sir?

"Why do I love" You, Sir?

480

"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because-
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer-Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows-and
Do not You-
And We know not-
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so-

The Lightning-never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut-when He was by-
Because He knows it cannot speak-
And reasons not contained-
Of Talk-
There be-preferred by Daintier Folk-

The Sunrise-Sire-compelleth Me-
Because He's Sunrise-and I seeTherefore-
Then-
I love Thee-
👁️ 335

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