'Tis so appalling - it exhilarates -Commenta
So over Horror, it half Captivates -
The Soul stares after it, secure -
To know the worst, leaves no dread more -
To scan a Ghost, is faint -
But grappling, conquers it -
How easy, Torment, now -
Suspense kept sawing so -
The Truth, is Bald, and Cold -
But that will hold -
If any are not sure -
We show them - prayer -
But we, who know,
Stop hoping, now -
Looking at Death, is Dying -
Just let go the Breath -
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth -
Others, Can wrestle -
Your's, is done -
And so of Wo, bleak dreaded - come,
It sets the Fright at liberty -
And Terror's free -
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,Commenta
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then.
Annoda i Lacci alla mia Vita, Signore,Commenta
Poi, sarò pronta ad andare!
Solo un'occhiata ai Cavalli -
In fretta! Potrà bastare!
Mettimi dal lato più sicuro -
Così non cadrò -
Visto che dobbiamo cavalcare verso il Giudizio -
E una parte, è in discesa -
Ma non mi curo dei precipizi -
E non mi curo del Mare -
Sorretta saldamente nell'Immortale Corsa -
Dalla mia stessa Scelta, e da Te -
Addio alla Vita che ho vissuto -
E al Mondo che ho conosciuto -
E Baciate le Colline, per me, basta una volta -
Ora - sono pronta ad andare!
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,Commenta
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses -
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side -
So I shall never fall -
For we must ride to the Judgment -
And it's partly, down Hill -
But never I mind the steepest -
And never I mind the Sea -
Held fast in Everlasting Race -
By my own Choice, and Thee -
Goodbye to the Life I used to live -
And the World I used to know -
And kiss the Hills, for me, just once -
Now - I am ready to go!
A Shady friend - for Torrid days -Commenta
Is easier to find -
Than one of higher temperature
For Frigid - hour of Mind -
The Vane a little to the East -
Scares Muslin souls - away -
If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer -
Than those of Organdy -
Who is to blame? The Weaver?
Ah, the bewildering thread!
The Tapestries of Paradise
So notelessly - are made.