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And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,—
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And make itself so fine,—
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets
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of pine.
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets
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of pine.
And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,—
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a hay!
And dream the days away,—
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a hay!
LXI
If town it have, beyond itself,
’T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,—no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
’T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh,—no vehicle
Bears me along that way.
LXII
A drop fell on the apple tree.
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables
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laugh.
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables
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laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser
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sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The birds jocoser
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sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fête
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away.
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fête
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away.
LXIII
A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;
Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;
Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,
Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;
Or bees, that thought the summer’s name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;
Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred
By tropic hint,—some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;
By tropic hint,—some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;
Or wind’s bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before
The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.
LXIV
THIS is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
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Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
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Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal
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bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
Strews the landing with opal
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bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
LXV
LIKE trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
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With chrysoprase,
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inlaid.
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
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With chrysoprase,
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inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
LXVI
THERE is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.
And whatsoever insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or rhododendron worn.
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or rhododendron worn.
She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,
Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet litigants for life.
And when the hills are full,
And newer fashions blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
And newer fashions blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign, swerveless tune.
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When cancelled by the frost.
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When cancelled by the frost.
LXVII
PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
LXVIII
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
As children caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
LXIX
ANGELS in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.
LXX
SO bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;
So pretty, so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;
So breathless till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
For whom I robbed the dingle,
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For whom betrayed the dell,
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Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
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For whom betrayed the dell,
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Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
LXXI
IT makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates
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his jargoning
For passing Calvary.
The brooks brag all the day;
No blackbird bates
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his jargoning
For passing Calvary.
LXXII
THE mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
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His inquest everywhere.
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
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His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
LXXIII
I’LL tell you how the sun rose,—
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie
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in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
A dominie
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in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
LXXIV
How condescending to descend,
And be of buttercups the friend
In a New England town!
And be of buttercups the friend
In a New England town!
LXXV
OF all the sounds despatched abroad,
There’s not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody
There’s not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody
The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers comb the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
Whose fingers comb the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum
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upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,
And thrum
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upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,
I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that fleshless chant
Rise solemn in the tree,
As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.
LXXVI
APPARENTLY with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In accidental power.
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
LXXVII
‘Twas later when the summer went
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.
’T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
LXXVIII
THESE are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
LXXIX
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 nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
LXXX
THE sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
LXXXI
I think the hemlock likes to stand
Upon a marge
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of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
Upon a marge
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of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
That men must slake in wilderness,
Or in the desert cloy,—
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland’s necessity.
Or in the desert cloy,—
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland’s necessity.
The hemlock’s nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
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Beneath his tabernacles
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play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
But children on the Don
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Beneath his tabernacles
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play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
LXXXII
THERE’S a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ’t is like the distance
On the look of death.
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ’t is like the distance
On the look of death.
LXXXIII
THE springtime’s pallid landscape
Will glow like bright bouquet,
Though drifted deep in parian
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The village lies to-day.
Will glow like bright bouquet,
Though drifted deep in parian
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The village lies to-day.
The lilacs, bending many a year,
With purple load will hang;
The bees will not forget the tune
Their old forefathers sang.
With purple load will hang;
The bees will not forget the tune
Their old forefathers sang.
The rose will redden in the bog,
The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,
And covenant gentians frill,
The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,
And covenant gentians frill,
Till summer folds her miracle
As women do their gown,
Or priests adjust the symbols
When sacrament is done.
As women do their gown,
Or priests adjust the symbols
When sacrament is done.
LXXXIV
SHE slept beneath a tree
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit,—
And see!
Remembered but by me.
I touched her cradle mute;
She recognized the foot,
Put on her carmine suit,—
And see!
(With a Tulip.)
LXXXV
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
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