I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, –
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
Secure against its own,
No treason it can fear;
Itself its sovereign, of itself
The soul should stand in awe.
The Overtakelessness of Those
Who have accomplished Death –
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth –
The Soul her “Not at Home”
Inscribes upon the Flesh –
And takes a fine aerial gait
Beyond the Writ of Touch.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul…
When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is ‘acquainted with Grief’, we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses – Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgment, And it’s partly down hill.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.