American poet (1875-1958)
Life is a skeleton-land over which are hovering reflections, past and future fulfillments, clinging raiments of old desires, spread in full blaze upon the bones of the dead.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
The coward fears the prick of Fate, not he who dares all, becoming himself the dreaded one.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
Great is thy voice, O, Nature; in one note thou hast endless tones, each a color in harmony with the whole!
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
Evil endures a moment's flush, and then--leaves but a burnt out shell.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
He who loveth, knoweth the inner sun; he see'th Life's blaze.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
There is in life but one investment,
Spending! Thou canst not save to live.
Extravagance is Life's security.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"There is in life but one investment"
Black river of torture, writhing senselessly, whirlpool of life, in vain I search thee for one moment's rest.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
And love denieth every ill, agreeing
To refill ill with love till ill be done.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Love, thou hast possession of my being"
Remembrance is Life foretold,
The backward glance the Future sold.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Remembrance"
Love's fire colors once our neutral form, to blacken to eternal embers.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"
We are striving for that perfection
That we already have.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"We know not what we ourselves have"
There's ne'er a part
Of earth too black for Life's reclaim.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"I came upon a violet growing quite alone"
Life like a tree high-reaching feels the sky;
Yet underground we nourish fruitfulness,
Ourselves dependents, roots entangling, less
Our making than of circumstances whereby
We feed our bodies need.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Life like a tree high-reaching feels the sky"
When I love thee
I lay at thy feet
Every atom of the universe.
Big and small my heart is.
Little when it contains me alone.
And vast--when thou and all else consume me.
Therefore, O! My Beloved, with thee
I am omnipotent.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"When I say I love thee"
DAWN! thou hast every possibility of life! What canst thou not reveal to man in thy flaming sky? Enough thou sayest, to recreate a world of men. Blind are we. How many of us read thy words aright? We pass them by, cold letters, divining not the fire of eternal life behind them burning. Dawn, thy opportunity is full! We, alas, know not the meaning of thy gorgeous page. Dazed we watch thy letters pale; cold embers, left upon the sky; Life's opportunity flickering into naught.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT
"Arizona"