Superiority to fate.

Superiority to fate
  Is difficult to learn. 
’T is not conferred by any,
  But possible to earn

A pittance at a time,
  Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
  Subsists till Paradise.

III.

Hope.

Hope is a subtle glutton;
  He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
  What abstinence is there!

His is the halcyon table
  That never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed
  The same amounts remain.

IV.

Forbidden fruit.

I.

Forbidden fruit a flavor has
  That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
  The pod that Duty locks!

V.

Forbidden fruit.

II.

Heaven is what I cannot reach! 
  The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
  That ‘heaven’ is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,
  The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, —­
  There Paradise is found!

VI.

A word.

A word is dead
When it is said,
  Some say. 
I say it just
Begins to live
  That day.

VII.

To venerate the simple days
  Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
  That from you or me
They may take the trifle
  Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air,
Needs but to remember
  That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests
  For the upper air!

VIII.

Life’s trades.

It’s such a little thing to weep,
  So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
  We men and women die!

IX.

Drowning is not so pitiful
  As the attempt to rise. 
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
  Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
  To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, —­
  For he is grasped of God. 
The Maker’s cordial visage,
  However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
  Like an adversity.

X.

How still the bells in steeples stand,
  Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
  In frantic melody!

XI.