Стихотворения

How good-to be alive!
How infinite to be
Alive — two-fold —
The Birth I had —
And this — besides, in — Thee!

* * *

510

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down —
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

It was not Frost, for on my Flesh
I felt Siroccos — crawl —
Nor Fire — for just my Marble feet
Could keep a Chancel, cool —

And yet it tasted, like them all,
The Figures I have seen
Set orderly, for Burial,
Reminded me, of mine —

As if my life were shaven,
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key,
And «t was like Midnight, some —

When everything that ticked-has stopped —
And Space stares all around —
Or Grisly frosts- first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground —

But most, like Chaos — Stopless — cool —
Without a Chance, or Spar —
Or even a Report of Land
To justify — Despair.»

* * *

540

I Took my Power in my Hand —
And went against the World —
'T was not so much as David — had —
But I was twice as bold —

I aimed my Pebble — but Myself
Was all the one that fell —
Was it Goliaf — was too large —
Or was myself — too small?

* * *

543

I fear a Man of frugal Speech —
I fear a Silent Man —
Haranguer — I can overtake —
Or Babbler — entertain —

But He who weigheth — While the Rest —
Expend their furthest pound —
Of this Man — I am wary —
I fear that He is Grand.

* * *

619

Glee — the great storm is over —
Four — have recovered the Land —
Forty — gone down together —
Into the boiling Sand —

Ring — for the Scant Salvation —
Toll — for the bonnie Souls —