So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise - Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me - Peasants like Thee Gaze perplexedly! ___ Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year! For the easel here Say Repose! ___ Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated - dying - On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear! ___ The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly - The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially - The Brooks laugh louder When I come - The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day? ___ Where bells no more affright the morn - Where scrabble never comes - Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms - Where tired Children placid sleep Thro' Centuries of noon This place is Bliss - this town is Heaven - Please, Pater, pretty soon! "Oh could we climb where Moses stood, And view the Landscape o'er" Not Father's bells - nor Factories, Could scare us any more! ___ Ambition cannot find him - Affection doesn't know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now! Yesterday, undistinguished! Eminent Today For our mutual honor, Immortality! ___ Our share of night to bear - Our share of morning - Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning - Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way! Here a mist - and there a mist - Afterwards - Day! ___ "Good night," because we must! How intricate the Dust! I would go, to know - Oh Incognito! Saucy, saucy Seraph, To elude me so! Father! they wont tell me! Wont you tell them to? ___ South winds jostle them - Bumblebees come - Hover - hesitate - Drink, and are gone - Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere - I - softly plucking, Present them here! ___ Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes - Larger than mine - serener - Involving statelier sums. I check my busy pencil - My figures file away - Wherefore, my baffled fingers Thy perplexity? ___ What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth - No brimming tankards flow - Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below? ___ I had some things that I called mine - And God, that he called his - Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities. The property, my garden, Which having sown with care, He claims the pretty acre, And sends a Bailiff there. The station of the parties Forbids publicity, But Justice is sublimer Than arms, or pedigree. I'll institute an "Action" - I'll vindicate the law - Jove! Choose your counsel - I retain "Shaw"! ___ In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go, Vailing the purple, and the plumes - Vailing the ermine so. Smiling, as they request an alms At some imposing door - Smiling when we walk barefoot Upon their golden floor! ___ My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist! How martial is this place! Had I a mighty gun I think I'd shoot the human race And then to glory run! ___ "Arcturus" is his other name - I'd rather call him "Star"! It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day, A "Savan" passing by Murmured "Resurgam" - "Centipede"! "Oh Lord, how frail are we"! I pull a flower from the woods - A monster with a glass Computes the stamens in a breath - And has her in a "Class"! Whereas I took the Butterfly Aforetime in my hat, He sits erect in "Cabinets" - The Clover bells forgot! What once was "Heaven" Is "Zenith" now! Where I proposed to go When Time's brief masquerade was done Is mapped, and charted too! What if the "poles" should frisk about And stand upon their heads! I hope I'm ready for "the worst" - Whatever prank betides! Perhaps the "kingdom of Heaven's" changed. I hope the "Children" there Wont be "new fashioned" when I come - And laugh at me - and stare! I hope the Father in the skies Will lift his little girl - "Old fashioned"! naughty! everything! Over the stile of "pearl"! ___ Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of "Potosi," and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines! Cautious, hint to any Captive You have passed enfranchized feet! Anecdotes of air, in Dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! ___ If this is "fading" Oh let me immediately "fade"! If this is "dying" Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is "sleep," On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good evening, gentle Fellow men! Peacock presumes to die! ___ As Watchers hang upon the East - As Beggars revel at a feast By savory fancy spread - As Brooks in Deserts, babble sweet On Ear too far for the delight - Heaven beguiles the tired. As that same Watcher, when the East Opens the lid of Amethyst And lets the morning go - That Beggar, when an honored Guest - Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed - Heaven to us, if true. ___ Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver". Her brow is fit for thrones - But I had not a crest. Her heart is fit for home - I - a sparrow - build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest. ___ A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon - A depth - an Azure - a perfume - Transcending extasy. And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see - Then vail my too inspecting face Lest such a subtle - shimmering grace Flutter too far for me - The wizard fingers never rest - The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it's narrow bed - Still rears the East her amber Flag - Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red - So looking on - the night - the morn Conclude the wonder gay - And I meet, coming thro' the dews Another summer's Day! ___ A throe upon the features - A hurry in the breath - An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" - An anguish at the mention Which when to patience grown - I've known permission given To rejoin it's own. ___ Glowing is her Bonnet - Glowing is her Cheek - Glowing is her Kirtle - Yet she cannot speak. Better as the Daisy From the Summer hill Vanish unrecorded Save by tearful rill - Save by loving sunrise Looking for her face. Save by feet unnumbered Pausing at the place. ___ Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar. ___ In lands I never saw - they say Immortal Alps look down - Whose Bonnets touch the firmament - Whose Sandals touch the town - Meek at whose everlasting feet A Myriad Daisy play - Which, Sir, are you and which am I Upon an August day? ___ For each extatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the extasy - For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of Years - Bitter contested farthings - And Coffers heaped with tears! ___