Epitaph
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,
. . .
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Epitaph on the Lady Mary Villiers
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb;
The dawning beam that gan to clear . . .
Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the Last of Seven that Died Before
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ; . . .
every single day
Suppose I said the word “springtime”
and I wrote the words “king salmon”
on a piece of paper . . .
Ex Machina
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight, . . .
Experience
The lords of life, the lords of life,—
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
. . .
Fable for Blackboard
Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox . . .
The Fair Singer
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
In whom both beauties to my death agree, . . .
Fairy-tale Logic
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks:
Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat,
Or cross a sulphuric lake in a leaky boat, . . .
Faith
It was midday before we noticed it was morning.
The boy cousins brought us a tray—soup and cheese,
warm soda, and a soft cloth and candy for her fever. . . .
