a fundamental pause

May/14 By

Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays — ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the

lest I should be old-fashioned

Oct/30 By

  The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf,

a fairer house

May/22 By

  I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than prose, More numerous of windows– Superior for doors. Of chambers as the cedars, Impregnable of eye And for an everlasting roof

a quality of loss

May/18 By

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period– When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake

statures that touch the skies

Jun/23 By

We never know how high we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies– The heroism we recite