The Grass so little has to do - A Sphere of simple Green - With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain - And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along - And hold the Sunshine in it's lap And bow to everything - And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls - And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing - And even when it dies - to pass In Odors so divine - Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep - Or Spikenards, perishing - And then, in Sovreign Barns to dwell - And dream the Days away, The Grass so little has to do I wish I were a Hay - ___ All the letters I can write Are not fair as this - Syllables of Velvet - Sentences of Plush, Depths of Ruby, undrained, Hid, Lip, for Thee - Play it were a Humming Bird - And just sipped - me - ___ I cannot dance upon my Toes - No Man instructed me - But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet knowledge - Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe - Or lay a Prima, mad, And though I had no Gown of Gauze - No Ringlet, to my Hair, Nor hopped for Audiences - like Birds, One Claw upon the air, Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, Nor rolled on wheels of snow Till I was out of sight, in sound, The House encore me so - Nor any know I know the Art I mention - easy - Here - Nor any Placard boast me - It's full as Opera - ___ Good Morning - Midnight - I'm coming Home - Day - got tired of Me - How could I - of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place - I liked to stay - But Morn - did'nt want me - now - So - Goodnight - Day! I can look - cant I - When the East is Red? The Hills - have a way - then - That puts the Heart - abroad - You - are not so fair - Midnight - I chose - Day - But - please take a little Girl - He turned away! ___ I like to see it lap the Miles - And lick the Valleys up - And stop to feed itself at Tanks - And then - prodigious step Around a Pile of Mountains - And supercilious peer In Shanties - by the sides of Roads - And then a Quarry pare To fit it's sides And crawl between Complaining all the while In horrid - hooting stanza - Then chase itself down Hill - And neigh like Boanerges - Then - punctual as - a Star Stop - docile and omnipotent At it's own stable door - ___ It dont sound so terrible - quite - as it did - I run it over - "Dead", Brain - "Dead". Put it in Latin - left of my school - Seems it dont shriek so - under rule. Turn it, a little - full in the face A Trouble looks bitterest - Shift it - just - Say "When Tomorrow comes this way - I shall have waded down one Day." I suppose it will interrupt me some Till I get accustomed - but then the Tomb Like other new Things - shows largest - then - And smaller, by Habit - It's shrewder then Put the Thought in advance - a Year - How like "a fit" - then - Murder - wear! ___ I'll clutch - and clutch - Next - One - Might be the golden touch - Could take it - Diamonds - Wait - I'm diving - just a little late - But stars - go slow - for night - I'll string you - in fine necklace - Tiaras - make - of some - Wear you on Hem - Loop up a Countess - with you - Make - a Diadem - and mend my old One - Count - Hoard - then lose - And doubt that you are mine - To have the joy of feeling it - again - I'll show you at the Court - Bear you - for Ornament Where Women breathe - That every sigh - may lift you Just as high - as I - And - when I die - In meek array - display you - Still to show - how rich I go - Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful - And banish me - ___ Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture - we discover - Or a splintered Crown - Makes the Heavens portable - And the Gods - a lie - Doubtless - "Adam" - scowled at Eden - For his perjury! Cherishing - our poor Ideal - Till in purer dress - We behold her - glorified - Comforts - search - like this - Till the broken creatures - We adored - for whole - Stains - all washed - Transfigured - mended - Meet us - with a smile - ___ The Moon is distant from the Sea - And yet, with Amber Hands - She leads Him - docile as a Boy - Along appointed Sands - He never misses a Degree - Obedient to Her eye He comes just so far - toward the Town - Just so far - goes away - Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand - And mine - the distant Sea - Obedient to the least command Thine eye impose on me - ___ It would never be Common - more - I said - Difference - had begun - Many a bitterness - had been - But that old sort - was done - Or - if it sometime - showed - as 'twill - Upon the Downiest - morn - Such bliss - had I - for all the years - 'Twould give an easier - pain - I'd so much joy - I told it - Red - Upon my simple Cheek - I felt it publish - in my eye - 'Twas needless - any speak - I walked - as wings - my body bore - The feet - I former used - Unnescessary - now to me - As boots - would be - to Birds - I put my pleasure all abroad - I dealt a word of Gold To every Creature - that I met - And Dowered - all the World - When - suddenly - my Riches shrank - A Goblin - drank my Dew - My Palaces - dropped tenantless - Myself - was beggared - too - I clutched at sounds - I groped at shapes - I touched the tops of Films - I felt the Wilderness roll back Along my Golden lines - The Sackcloth - hangs upon the nail - The Frock I used to wear - But where my moment of Brocade - My - drop - of India? ___ Me - Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me - hear! My foreign Ear The sounds of Welcome - there! The Saints forget Our bashful feet - My Holiday, shall be That They - remember me - My Paradise - the fame That They - pronounce my name - ___ Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a species As positively live As I, who testify it Deny that I - am dead - And fill my Lungs, for Witness - From Tanks - above my Head - I say to you, said Jesus, That there be standing here - A sort, that shall not taste of Death - If Jesus was sincere - I need no further Argue - That statement of the Lord Is not a controvertible - He told me, Death was dead - ___ Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how Dull Hearts have died In the Acquisition Sacrifice for Science Is common, though, now - I went to School But was not wiser Globe did not teach it Nor Logarithm Show "How to forget"! Say some Philosopher! Ah, to be erudite Enough to know! Is it in a Book? So, I could buy it - Is it like a Planet? Telescopes would know - If it be invention It must have a Patent - Rabbi of the Wise Book Don't you know? ___ We talked as Girls do - Fond, and late - We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave - Of our's, none affair - We handled Destinies, as cool - As we - Disposers - be - And God, a Quiet Party To our authority - But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself As we eventual - be - When Girls, to Women, softly raised We - occupy - Degree - We parted with a contract To cherish, and to write But Heaven made both, impossible Before another night. ___ Empty my Heart, of Thee - It's single Artery - Begin, and leave Thee out - Simply Extinction's Date - Much Billow hath the Sea - One Baltic - They - Subtract Thyself, in play, And not enough of me Is left - to put away - "Myself" meanth Thee - Erase the Root - no Tree - Thee - then - no me - The Heavens stripped - Eternity's vast pocket, picked - ___ I cried at Pity - not at Pain - I heard a Woman say "Poor Child" - and something in her voice Convinced me - of me - So long I fainted, to myself It seemed the common way, And Health, and Laughter, curious things - To look at, like a Toy - To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy - And see the Parcel rolled - And carried, I suppose - to Heaven, For children, made of Gold - But not to touch, or wish for, Or think of, with a sigh - And so and so - had been to me, Had God willed differently. I wish I knew that Woman's name - So when she comes this way, To hold my life, and hold my ears For fear I hear her say She's "sorry I am dead" - again - Just when the Grave and I - Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, Our only Lullaby - ___ The face I carry with me - last - When I go out of Time - To take my Rank - by - in the West - That face - will just be thine - I'll hand it to the Angel - That - Sir - was my Degree - In Kingdoms - you have heard the Raised - Refer to - possibly. He'll take it - scan it - step aside - Return - with such a crown As Gabriel - never capered at - And beg me put it on - And then - he'll turn me round and round - To an admiring sky - As One that bore her Master's name - Sufficient Royalty! ___