Were I with
Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a in port--
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden--
Ah, the sea!
Might I moor, tonight,
In !

It's Such a Little Thing

It's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!

I Should Not Dare

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die
While I was gone and I -too late,
Should reach the that wanted me,

If I should disappoint the
That hunted, hunted so, to see
And could not bear to shut until
He noticed me, -he noticed me,

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I’d come -so sure I’d come
It listening, listening went to sleep
Reciting my tardy name.

My would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Is useless as next morning’s sun
To erase a midnight’s tear.

I Many Times Thought

I many times thought peace had come
When peace was far away,
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
When far at sea they stay.

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
That many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.

I Have No But This

I have no but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!

Hope is a Thing With Feathers

Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.

I Never Lost As Much

I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Angels, twice descending,
Reimbursed my store.
Burglar, banker, father,
I am poor once more!

What If I Say

What if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the fleshly gate
And pass, escaped, to ?

What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, - that’s enough, -
And wade in liberty?

They cannot take me any more, -
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning, now, to me

As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a traveling show,
Or Who died yesterday!