I can't tell you -- but you feel it --Nor can you tell me --Saints, with ravished slate and pencilSolve our April Day!Sweeter than a vanished frol...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!Some Vision of the World Cashmere --I confidently see!Or else a Peacock's purple TrainFeather by feather -- o...
If pain for peace preparesLo, what “Augustan“ yearsOur feet await!If springs from winter rise,Can the AnemonesBe reckoned up?If night stands fast -- t...
"Sown in dishonor"!Ah! Indeed!May this "dishonor" be?If I were half so fine myselfI'd notice nobody!"Sown in corruption&q...
Papa above!Regard a MouseO'erpowered by the Cat!Reserve within thy kingdomA "Mansion" for the Rat!Snug in seraphic CupboardsTo nibble al...
Like her the Saints retire,In their Chapeaux of fire,Martial as she!Like her the Evenings stealPurple and CochinealAfter the Day!"Departed" ...
A little East of Jordan,Evangelists record,A Gymnast and an AngelDid wrestle long and hard --Till morning touching mountain --And Jacob, waxing strong...
Delayed till she had ceased to know --Delayed till in its vest of snowHer loving bosom lay --An hour behind the fleeting breath --Later by just an hou...
To venerate the simple daysWhich lead the seasons by,Needs but to rememberThat from you or I,They may take the trifleTermed mortality!...
If I should cease to bring a RoseUpon a festal day,'Twill be because beyond the RoseI have been called away --If I should cease to take the namesM...