And said: "Beneath its pall
I have hidden my heart in vain—
To the world thou hast sung it all!
Who told thee my secret pain?"
"WHITE, PILLARED NECK"
White, pillared neck; a brow to make men quake;
A woman's perfect form;
Like some cool marble, should that wake,
Breathe, and be warm.
A shape, a mind, a heart,
Of womanhood the whole:
Her breath, her smile, her touch, her art,
All—save her soul.
"GREAT NATURE IS AN ARMY GAY"
Great nature is an army gay,
Resistless marching on its way;
I hear the bugles clear and sweet,
I hear the tread of million feet.
Across the plain I see it pour;
It tramples down the waving grass;
Within the echoing mountain-pass
I hear a thousand cannon roar.
It swarms within my garden gate;
My deepest well it drinketh dry.
It doth not rest; it doth not wait;
By night and day it sweepeth by;
Ceaseless it marcheth by my door;
It heeds me not, tho' I implore.
I know not whence it comes, nor where
