On Being Asked, Whence is the Flower?In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp...Read More
When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
In the surging swell
Where joys abound,
In perfumed wavelets'
In the world's soft breathing
Whisp'ring round -
To drown thus - sink down thus
- all thought gone - delight...Read More
I come down from the mountains
The valley dims, the sea roars.
I wander silently and am somewhat unhappy.
And my sighs always ask "where?"The sun seems so cold...Read More
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white,...Read More
My terminus near,
The clouds already closing in upon me,
The voyage balk’d—the course disputed, lost,
I yield my ships to Thee.Steersman unseen! henceforth the helms are Thine;
Take Thou...Read More
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;Read More
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to...
Unknown, she was my favorite shape,
She who relieved me of the worry of being a man,
And I see her and I lose her and I suffer
MY body and my mind are grieved for the want of Thee;
O my Beloved! come to my house.
When people say I am Thy bride, I am...Read More
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.William Blake...Read More
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that...Read More