They called me to the Window, for " 'Twas Sunset" - Some one said - I only saw a Sapphire Farm - And just a Single Herd - Of Opal Cattle - feeding far Upon so vain a Hill - As even while I looked - dissolved - Nor Cattle were - nor Soil - But in their Room - a Sea - displayed - And Ships - of such a size As Crew of Mountains - could afford - And Decks - to seat the Skies - This - too - the Showman rubbed away - And when I looked again - Nor Farm - nor Opal Herd - was there - Nor Mediterranean - ___ No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man - As the perusal of His Individual One - 'Tis Fiction's - to dilute to plausibility Our - Novel. When 'tis small eno' To credit - 'Tis'nt true! ___ I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air - Between the Heaves of Storm - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry - And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room - I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly - With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see - ___ The Soul that hath a Guest, Doth seldom go abroad - Diviner Crowd - at Home - Obliterate the need - And Courtesy forbids The Host's departure - when Upon Himself - be visiting The Mightiest - of Men - ___ I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane - She stopped - a Traveller's privilege - for Rest - And there upon I gazed - as at a Stranger, The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass - upon - But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine - for not a Foot - nor Hand - Nor Formula - had she - But like a Head - a Guillotine Slid carelessly away - Did independent, Amber - Sustain her in the sky - Or like a Stemless Flower - Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations - Than bind Philosopher - No Hunger - had she - nor an Inn - Her Toilette - to suffice - Nor Avocation - nor Concern For little Mysteries As harass us - like Life - and Death - And Afterwards - or Nay - But seemed engrossed to Absolute - With Shining - and the Sky - The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise - She vaulted out of Gaze - And next - I met her on a Cloud - Myself too far below To follow her Superior Road - Or it's Advantage - Blue - ___ When I hoped - I feared - Since - I hoped - I dared Everywhere - alone - As a church - remain - Ghost - may not alarm - Serpent - may not charm - He is King of Harm - Who hath suffered Him - ___ The Lightning playeth - all the while - But when He singeth - then - Ourselves are conscious He exist - And we approach Him - stern - With Insulators - and a Glove - Whose short - sepulchral Bass Alarms us - tho' His Yellow feet May pass - and counterpass - Upon the Ropes - above our Head - Continual - with the News - Nor We so much as check our speech - Nor stop to cross Ourselves - ___ Ourselves were wed one summer - dear - Your Vision - was in June - And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied - too - of mine - And overtaken in the Dark - Where You had put me down - By Some one carrying a Light - I - too - received the Sign - 'Tis true - Our Futures different lay - Your Cottage - faced the sun - While Oceans - and the North did play - On every side of mine 'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom, For mine - in Frosts - was sown - And yet, one Summer, we were Queens - But You - were crowned in June - ___ 'Tis little I - could care for Pearls - Who own the ample sea - Or Brooches - when the Emperor - With Rubies - pelteth me - Or Gold - who am the Prince of Mines - Or Diamonds - when have I A Diadem to fit a Dome - Continual upon me - ___ The Brain - is wider than the Sky - For - put them side by side - The one the other will contain With ease - and You - beside - The Brain is deeper than the sea - For - hold them - Blue to Blue - The one the other will absorb - As Sponges - Buckets - do - The Brain is just the weight of God - For - Heft them - Pound for Pound - And they will differ - if they do - As Syllable from Sound - ___ We do not play on Graves - Because there is'nt Room - Besides - it is'nt even - it slants And People come - And put a Flower on it - And hang their faces so - We're fearing that their Hearts will drop - And crush our pretty play - And so we move as far As Enemies - away - Just looking round to see how far It is - Occasionally - ___ Her - last Poems - Poets ended - Silver - perished - with her Tongue - Not on Record - bubbled Other - Flute - or Woman - so divine - Not unto it's Summer Morning - Robin - uttered half the Tune Gushed too full for the adoring - From the Anglo-Florentine - Late - the Praise - 'Tis dull - Conferring On the Head too High - to Crown - Diadem - or Ducal symbol - Be it's Grave - sufficient Sign - Nought - that We - No Poet's Kinsman - Suffocate - with easy Wo - What - and if Ourself a Bridegroom - Put Her down - in Italy? ___ When Bells stop ringing - Church - begins - The Transitive - of Bells - When Cogs - stop - that's Circumference - The Ultimate - of Wheels - ___ The Manner of it's Death When Certain it must die - 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose - 'Twas Major Andre's Way - When Choice of Life - is past - There yet remains a Love It's little Fate to stipulate - How small in those who live - The Miracle to teaze With Babble of the styles - How "they are Dying mostly - now" - And Customs at "St. James"! ___ The Red - Blaze - is the Morning - The Violet - is Noon - The Yellow - Day - is falling - And after that - is None - But Miles of Sparks - at Evening - Reveal the Width that burned - The Territory Argent - that never yet - consumed - ___ You'll know Her - by Her Foot - The finest Gamboge Hand With Fingers - where the Toes should be - Would more affront the Sand - Than this Quaint Creature's Boot - Adjusted by a Stern - Without a Button - I c'd vouch - Unto a Velvet Limb - You'll know Her - by Her Vest - Tight fitting - Orange - Brown - Inside a Jacket duller - She wore when she was born - Her Cap is small - and snug - Constructed for the Winds - She'd pass for Barehead - short way off - But as She closer stands - So finer 'tis than Wool - You cannot feel the Seam - Nor is it clasped unto of Band - Nor held upon - of Brim - You'll know Her - by Her Voice - At first - a doubtful Tone - A sweet endeavor - but as March To April - hurries on - She squanders on your Head Such Threnodies of Pearl - You beg the Robin in your Brain To keep the other - still - ___ I am alive - I guess - The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory - And at my finger's end - The Carmine - tingles warm - And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth - it blurs it - Physician's - proof of Breath - I am alive - because I am not in a Room - The Parlor - commonly - it is - So Visitors may come - And lean - and view it sidewise - And add "How cold - it grew" - And "Was it conscious - when it stepped In Immortality"? I am alive - because I do not own a House - Entitled to myself - precise - And fitting no one else - And marked my Girlhood's name - So Visitors may know Which Door is mine - and not mistake - And try another Key - How good - to be alive! How infinite - to be Alive - two-fold - The Birth I had - And this - besides, in Thee! ___ Except the smaller size - No Lives - are Round - These - hurry to a Sphere - And Show - and End - The larger - slower grow - And later - hang - The Summers of Hesperides Are long - Hugest of Core Present the awkward Rind - Yield Groups of Ones - No Cluster - ye shall find - But far after Frost - And Indian Summer Noon - Ships - offer These - As West-Indian - ___ I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come - And we are waiting for the Coach - It seems as though the Time - Indignant - that the Joy was come - Did block the Gilded Hands - And would not let the Seconds by - But slowest instant - ends - The Pendulum begins to count - Like little Scholars - loud - The steps grow thicker - in the Hall - The Heart begins to crowd - Then I - my timid service done - Tho' service 'twas, of Love - Take up my little Violin - And further North - remove - ___ So glad we are - a Stranger'd deem 'Twas sorry, that we were - For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear - Nor how Ourselves be justified - Since Grief and Joy are done So similar - An Optizan Could not decide between - ___ A Night - there lay the Days between - The Day that was Before - And Day that was Behind - were One - And now - 'twas Night - was here - Slow - Night - that must be watched away - As Grains upon a shore - Too imperceptible to note - Till it be Night - no more - ___