THE SUN’S WOOING.

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• I should have been too glad, I see –

  January 31, 2012 in Poems

  I should have been too glad, I see –
  Too lifted — for the scant degree
  Of Life’s penurious Round –
  My little Circuit would have shamed
  This new Circumference — have blamed –
  The homelier time behind.

• Her — “last Poems” –

  January 30, 2012 in Poems

  Her — “last Poems” –
  Poets — ended –
  Silver — perished — with her Tongue –
  Not on Record — bubbled other,
  Flute — or Woman –
  So divine –
  Not unto its Summer — Morning
  Robin — uttered Half the Tune –
  Gushed too free for the Adoring –
  From the Anglo-Florentine –
  Late — the Praise –
  ‘Tis dull — conferring
  On the Head too High to Crown –
  Diadem — or Ducal Showing –
  Be its Grave — sufficient sign –
  Nought — that We — No Poet’s Kinsman –
  Suffocate — with easy woe –
  What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom –
  Put Her down — in Italy?

• It sifts from Leaden Sieves –

  January 29, 2012 in Poems

  It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
  It powders all the Wood.
  It fills with Alabaster Wool
  The Wrinkles of the Road –

• Give little Anguish –

  January 28, 2012 in Poems

  Give little Anguish –
  Lives will fret –
  Give Avalanches –
  And they’ll slant –
  Straighten — look cautious for their Breath –
  But make no syllable — like Death –
  Who only shows the Marble Disc –
  Sublimer sort — than Speech –

• For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew –

  January 27, 2012 in Poems

  For largest Woman’s Hearth I knew –
  ‘Tis little I can do –
  And yet the largest Woman’s Heart
  Could hold an Arrow — too –
  And so, instructed by my own,
  I tenderer, turn Me to.