Water, water, everywhere,

And all the boards did shrink and swell

The ice was here, the ice was there,

And through the drifts the snowy clifts

Five years have past; five summers, with the length

Of five long winters!

And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee with the passion put to use

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,

And what I assume you shall assume,

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Dews drew quivering and chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-

dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon,

in his riding

Of the rolling level underneath him steady air.

We must not look at goblin men,

When we make the stroke of midnight,

Goblins buy our fruits four times as fast

Listen, listen, listen, listen

A snake came to my water-trough

On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,

To drink among the hens.

And drank till he was full.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;

Petals on a wet, black bough.

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

And no bells toll, and no cocks crow.

Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

In the room the women come and go

Daddy, I have had to kill you.

You died before I had time –

Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,

I made a model of you,

My mind's not right.

A car radio bleats,

You can hear the ocean in the night,

I myself am hell; nobody's here –