So firm–so liquid

Ceaselessly musing

Ample are time and space

The slow progress

The Pallid Wreath

poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away

The shapes arise!

nor all sent back by the echoes

the flowing glaze

not God’s purpose

more than he

more needed

the horizon far and dim

a thousand beautiful forms

Nor the cause of

as the men file by

To escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds

thou art above the rest

the Mother of All

men and women as dreams or dots

Beginners

rejected by the rest

him or her who remains jagged and broken

She does not tarry to smooth her hair nor adjust her cap

trinity warily watching

Oppress’d with myself that I have dared to open my mouth

a fierce and momentary proof

Hell and despair are upon me

Of city for city and land for land

bold swimmer

all for immortality

From Far

reliance and hope are but speculations

And those appear that are hateful to me and mock me

I return with my soul to haunt their banks again

when I rose at dawn

eyes of the dead

be patient and perfect till I come

immortal reverberations

To-day at twilight, hobbling

As If a Phantom Caress’d Me

do not doubt I am limitless

human heart beats

years straying toward infidelity

Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning

your lips upon mine

humanity

bear the brunt

come serve the Muse

good aim with a gun

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you

Embalm’d with love

O me, what I was for years, now dead

the Invisible World

in public

from my ribb’d breast

soldiers’ joys

I cast a reminiscence

Ah more, infinitely more

connected by network

For your life adhere to me

You are henceforth secure

Down from its lofty top rising

the something which obeys none of the rest

the pressure of your hand

of myself

beneath the dazzling chandeliers

tens of thousands

As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions

feeble

It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump