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SELECTED POEMS OF
CONTENTS
Success is Counted Sweetest
I Dwell in Possiblity
I Never Saw a Moor
To See the Summer Sky
If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
�ere is a Solitude of Space
�e Murmur of a Bee
I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.
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 RoofThe Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –For Occupation –This –The spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise –
I DWELL IN POSSIBILITY
I never saw a Moor –I never saw the Sea –Yet know I how the Heather looksAnd what a Billow be.
I never spoke with GodNor visited in Heaven –Yet certain am I of the spot As if the Checks were given –
I NEVER SAW A MOOR
To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
TO SEE THE SUMMER SKY
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 robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain
IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING
THERE IS A SOLITUDE OF SPACE
There is a solitude of spaceA solitude of seaA solitude of death, but theseSociety shall beCompared with thatprofounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself —Finite infinity.
The murmer of a bee.A witchcraft yieldeth me.
If any ask me why,‘Twere easier to die
than tell.
The breaking of the dayAddeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
The red upon the hill Taketh away my will;
If anybody sneer,Take care, for God is here,
That’s all.
THE MURMUR OF A BEE
I’M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?I’M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?
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