Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine – In a satin Vest!
Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
Ourself behind ourself, concealed – Should startle most – Assassin hid in our Apartment Be Horror’s least.
One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted – One need not be a House – The Brain has Corridors – surpassing Material Place –
Not knowing when the Dawn will come, I open every Door
Rack can torture me – My Soul – at Liberty – Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One –
Nature is a Haunted House – but Art – a House that tries to be haunted.
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!
Much madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – ‘Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail – Assent, and you are sane – Demur – you’re straightway dangerous – And handled with a Chain –
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Luck is not chance – It’s Toil – Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned –
Love – thou art deep – I cannot cross thee – But, were there Two Instead of One – Rower, and Yacht – some sovereign Summer – Who knows – but we’d reach the Sun?
