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Poem: Why?

Poem 46 Poem 48 Why? THE murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, 'Twere easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If anybody sneer, Take…

Poem: Summer Shower

Poem 54 Poem 56 Summer Shower A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went…

Poem: Psalm of the Day

Poem 55 Poem 57 Psalm of the Day A something in a summer's day, As sIow her flambeaux burn away, Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon, - An azure depth, a wordless tune,…

Poem: Transplanted

Poem 35 Poem 37 Transplanted As if some little Arctic flower, Upon the polar hem, Went wandering down the latitudes, Until it puzzled came To continents of summer, To firmaments of sun,…

Poem: Summer's Armies

Poem 51 Poem 53 Summer's Armies Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock's purple train, Feather by feather, on the plain…

Poem: The Grass

Poem 52 Poem 54 The Grass 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…

Poem: From the Chrysalis

Poem 80 Poem 82 From the Chrysalis My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be The…

Poem: Setting Sail

Poem 81 Poem 83 Setting Sail Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, - Past the houses, past the headlands, Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor…

Poem: "Troubled About Many Things"

Poem 85 Poem 87 "Troubled About Many Things" How many times these low feet staggered, Only the soldered mouth can tell; Try! can you stir the awful rivet? Try! can you lift the hasps of…

Poem: Real

Poem 86 Poem 88 Real I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once, and that is death. Impossible to feign The…