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What shall I do—it whimpers so

What shall I do—it whimpers so

186

What shall I do—it whimpers so—
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start—
And yet, it will not go—
Would you untie it, were you me—
Would it stop whining—if to Thee—
I sent it—even now?


It should not tease you—
By your chair—or, on the mat—
Or if it dare—to climb your dizzy knee—
Or—sometimes at your side to run—
When you were willing—
Shall it come?
Tell Carlo—
He'll tell me!
👁️ 187

Away from Home are some and I—

Away from Home are some and I—

821

Away from Home are some and I—
An Emigrant to be
In a Metropolis of Homes
Is easy, possibly—


The Habit of a Foreign Sky
We—difficult—acquire
As Children, who remain in Face
The more their Feet retire.
👁️ 191

Autumn-overlooked my Knitting

Autumn-overlooked my Knitting

748

Autumn-overlooked my KnittingDyes-
said He-have I-
Could disparage a Flamingo-
Show Me them-said I


Cochineal-I chose-for deeming
It resemble Thee-
And the little Border-Dusker-
For resembling Me-
👁️ 376

What is—

What is—

215

What is—"Paradise"—
Who live there—
Are they "Farmers"—
Do they "hoe"—
Do they know that this is "Amherst"—
And that I—am coming—too—


Do they wear "new shoes"—in "Eden"—
Is it always pleasant—there—
Won't they scold us—when we're homesick—
Or tell God—how cross we are—


You are sure there's such a person
As "a Father"—in the sky—
So if I get lost—there—ever—
Or do what the Nurse calls "die"—
I shan't walk the "Jasper"—barefoot—
Ransomed folks—won't laugh at me—
Maybe—"Eden" a'n't so lonesome
As New England used to be!
👁️ 208

What if I say I shall not wait!

What if I say I shall not wait!

277

What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate-
And pass escaped-to thee!

What if I file this Mortal-off-
See where it hurt me-That's enough-
And wade in Liberty!

They cannot take me-any more!
Dungeons can call-and Guns implore
Unmeaning-now-to me-

As laughter-was-an hour ago-
Or Laces-or a Travelling Show-
Or who died-yesterday!
👁️ 214

At last, to be identified!

At last, to be identified!

174

At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!


Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!
Past Sunrise!
Ah, What leagues there were
Between our feet, and Day!
👁️ 238

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies

872

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As the Vulture teased
Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys
As the Tiger eased

By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet
Till he meet a Man
Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues
And partakes-his Tongue

Cooled by the Morsel for a moment
Grows a fiercer thing
Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa
A Nutrition mean

I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.
👁️ 258

What did They do since I saw Them?

What did They do since I saw Them?

900

What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness


That could I snatch Their Faces
That could Their lips reply
Not till the last was answered
Should They start for the Sky.


Not if Their Party were waiting,
Not if to talk with Me
Were to Them now, Homesickness
After Eternity.


Not if the Just suspect me
And offer a Reward
Would I restore my Booty
To that Bold Person, God-
👁️ 285

As plan for Noon and plan for Night

As plan for Noon and plan for Night

960

As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective-
The Foot upon the Earth


At Distance, and Achievement, strains,
The Foot upon the Grave
Makes effort at conclusion
Assisted faint of Love.
👁️ 195

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee

961

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure—


Wert Thou but Stranger in ungracious country—
And Mine—the Door
Thou paused at, for a passing bounty—
No More—


Accused—wert Thou—and Myself—Tribunal—
Convicted—Sentenced—Ermine—not to Me
Half the Condition, thy Reverse—to follow—
Just to partake—the infamy—


The Tenant of the Narrow Cottage, wert Thou—
Permit to be
The Housewife in thy low attendance
Contenteth Me—


No Service hast Thou, I would not achieve it—
To die—or live—
The first—Sweet, proved I, ere I saw thee—
For Life—be Love—
👁️ 284

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