A lane of Yellow led the eye
A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree -
Another - on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -
After a hundred
Nobody knows the place, —Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Before I got my eye put out –
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes –
And know no other way –
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides -
You may have met him? Did you not
His notice instant is -
Besides the Autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze -
A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it
And there were troughs beside -
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in
And ate the fellow, raw.
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
A door just opened on a street — I, lost, was passing by —An instant's width of warmth disclosed And wealth, and company
The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by, —Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery
After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’
And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’?