It's thoughts - and just One Heart - And Old Sunshine - about - Make frugal - Ones - Content - And two or three - for Company - Upon a Holiday - Crowded - as Sacrament - Books - when the Unit - Spare the Tenant - long eno' - A Picture - if it Care - Itself - a Gallery too rare - For needing more - Flowers - to keep the Eyes - from going awkward - When it snows - A Bird - if they - prefer - Though winter fire - sing clear as Plover - To our - ear - A Landscape - not so great To suffocate the Eye - A Hill - perhaps - Perhaps - the profile of a Mill Turned by the wind - Tho' such - are luxuries - It's thoughts - and just two Heart - And Heaven - about - At least - a Counterfeit - We would not have Correct - And Immortality - can be almost - Not quite - Content - ___ I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost - She - each year - leads her Daisies back - Recording briefly - "Lost" - But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes - Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow - And she pours soft Refrains Into the lap of Adamant - And spices - and the Dew - That stiffens quietly to Quartz - Upon her Amber Shoe - ___ As far from pity, as complaint - As cool to speech - as stone - As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone - As far from Time - as History - As near yourself - Today - As Children, to the Rainbow's scarf - Or Sunset's Yellow play To eyelids in the Sepulchre - How dumb the Dancer lies - While Color's Revelations break - And blaze - the Butterflies! ___ I know that He exists. Somewhere - in silence - He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. 'Tis an instant's play - 'Tis a fond Ambush - Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But - should the play Prove piercing earnest - Should the glee - glaze - In Death's - stiff - stare - Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest - Have crawled too far! ___ He strained my faith - Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust - Did it then - yield? Hurled my belief - But - did he shatter - it? Racked - with suspense - Not a nerve failed! Wrung me - with Anguish - But I never doubted him - [Or - Must be - I deserved - it -] Tho' for what wrong He did never say - Stabbed - while I sued His sweet forgiveness - Jesus - it's your little "John"! Don't you know - me? [Why - Slay - Me?] ___ I tend my flowers for thee - Bright Absentee! My Fuschzia's Coral Seams Rip - while the Sower - dreams - Geraniums - tint - and spot - Low Daisies - dot - My Cactus - splits her Beard To show her throat - Carnations - tip their spice - And Bees - pick up - A Hyacinth - I hid - Puts out a Ruffled Head - And odors fall From flasks - so small - You marvel how they held - Globe Roses - break their satin flake - Upon my Garden floor - Yet - thou - not there - I had as lief they bore No Crimson - more - Thy flower - be gay - Her Lord - away! It ill becometh me - I'll dwell in Calyx - Gray - How modestly - alway - Thy Daisy - Draped for thee! ___ I envy Seas, whereon He rides - I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey - I envy Crooked Hills That gaze upon His journey - How easy all can see What is forbidden utterly As Heaven - unto me! I envy Nests of Sparrows - That dot His distant Eaves - The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane - The happy - happy Leaves - That just abroad His Window Have Summer's leave to play - The Ear Rings of Pizarro Could not obtain for me - I envy Light - that wakes Him - And Bells - that boldly ring To tell Him it is Noon, abroad - Myself - be Noon to Him - Yet interdict - my Blossom - And abrogate - my Bee - Lest Noon in everlasting night - Drop Gabriel - and me - ___ Those fair - fictitious People - The Women - plucked away From our familiar Lifetime - The Men of Ivory - Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas - Who stay upon the Wall In Everlasting Keepsake - Can anybody tell? We trust - in places perfecter - Inheriting Delight Beyond our faint Conjecture - Our dizzy Estimate - Remembering ourselves, we trust - Yet Blesseder - than we - Through Knowing - where we only hope - Receiving - where we - pray - Of Expectation - also - Anticipating us With transport, that would be a pain Except for Holiness - Esteeming us - as Exile - Themself - admitted Home - Through gentle Miracle of Death - The Way ourself, must come - ___ Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel - Whose spokes a dizzy music make As 'twere a travelling Mill - He never stops, but slackens Above the Ripest Rose - Partakes without alighting And praises as he goes, Till every spice is tasted - And then his Fairy Gig Reels in remoter atmospheres - And I rejoin my Dog, And He and I, perplex us If positive, 'twere we - Or bore the Garden in the Brain This Curiosity - But He, the best Logician, Refers my clumsy eye - To just vibrating Blossoms! An Exquisite Reply! ___ Is Bliss then, such Abyss - I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot - For yet to buy another Pair Is possible, At any store - But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more - Say, Foot, decide the point - The Lady cross, or not? Verdict for Boot! ___ After great pain, a formal feeling comes - The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs - The stiff Heart questions "was it He, that bore," And "Yesterday, or Centuries before"? The Feet, mechanical, go round - A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought - Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone - This is the Hour of Lead - Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow - First - Chill - then Stupor - then the letting go - ___ This World is not Conclusion. A sequel stands beyond - Invisible, as Music - But positive, as Sound - It beckons, and it baffles - Philosophy, dont know - And through a Riddle, at the last - Sagacity, must go - To guess it, puzzles scholars - To gain it, Men have borne Contempt of Generations And Crucifixion, shown - Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies - Blushes, if any see - Plucks at a twig of Evidence - And asks a Vane, the way - Much Gesture, from the Pulpit - Strong Hallelujahs roll - Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul - ___ It will be Summer - eventually. Ladies - with parasols - Sauntering Gentlemen - with Canes - And little Girls - with Dolls - Will tint the pallid landscape - As 'twere a bright Boquet - Tho' drifted deep, in Parian - The Village lies - today - The Lilacs - bending many a year - Will sway with purple load - The Bees - will not despise the tune - Their Forefathers - have hummed - The Wild Rose - redden in the Bog - The Aster - on the Hill Her everlasting fashion - set - And Covenant Gentians - frill - Till Summer folds her miracle - As Women - do - their Gown - Of Priests - adjust the Symbols - When Sacrament - is done - ___ My Reward for Being - was This - My premium - My Bliss - An Admiralty, less - A Sceptre - penniless - And Realms - just Dross. When Thrones - accost my Hands - With "Me - Miss - Me" - I'll unroll - Thee - Sufficient Dynasty - Creation - powerless - To Peer this Grace - Empire - State - Too little - Dust - To Dower - so Great - ___ 'Twas the old - road - through pain - That unfrequented - One - With many a turn - and thorn - That stops - at Heaven - This - was the Town - she passed - There - where she - rested - last - Then - stepped more fast - The little tracks - close prest - Then - not so swift - Slow - slow - as feet did weary - grow - Then - stopped - no other track! Wait! Look! Her little Book - The leaf - at love - turned back - Her very Hat - And this worn shoe just fits the track - Herself - though - fled! Another bed - a short one - Women make - tonight - In Chambers bright - Too out of sight - though - For our hoarse Good Night - To touch her Head! ___ At least - to pray - is left - is left - Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking - everywhere - Thou settest Earthquake in the South - And Maelstrom, in the Sea - Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth - Hast thou no Arm for Me? ___ Better - than Music! For I - who heard it - I was used - to the Birds - before - This - was different - 'Twas Translation - Of all tunes I knew - and more - 'Twas'nt contained - like other stanza - No one could play it - the second time - But the Composer - perfect Mozart - Perish with him - that keyless Rhyme! So - Children - told how Brooks in Eden - Bubbled a better - melody - Quaintly infer - Eve's great surrender - Urging the feet - that would - not - fly - Children - matured - are wiser - mostly - Eden - a legend - dimly told - Eve - and the Anguish - Grandame's story - But - I was telling a tune - I heard - Not such a strain - the Church - baptizes - When the last Saint - goes up the Aisles - Not such a stanza splits the silence - When the Redemption strikes her Bells - Let me not spill - it's smallest cadence - Humming - for promise - when alone - Humming - until my faint Rehearsal - Drop into tune - around the Throne - ___