Emotions and Feelings

We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise And then, if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies.

But never met this Fellow Attended or alone Without a tighter breathing And Zero at the Bone—

If I can stop one Heart from breaking 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.

If I can stop one Heart from breaking 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.

Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be— Attended by a single Hound Its own identity.

Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind.

Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind.

God gave a Loaf to every Bird— But just a Crumb—to Me—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not—

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not—

And that White Sustenance— Despair—

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf.

I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered— Brazil? He twirled a Button— Without a glance my way— “But—Madam—is there nothing else— That We can show—Today?”

After great pain, a formal feeling comes.

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more—

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you know! How dreary—to be—Somebody! How public—like a Frog— To tell one’s name—the livelong June— To an admiring Bog!

I tasted—careless—then— I did not know the Wine Came once a World—Did you? Oh, had you told me so— This Thirst would blister—easier—now

I tasted—careless—then— I did not know the Wine Came once a World—Did you? Oh, had you told me so— This Thirst would blister—easier—now

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes—

“Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—

To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—

To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.