The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized — The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee — before the School Boy, Invites the Race — Stoops — to an easy Clover — Dips — evades — teases — deploys — Then — to the Royal Clouds Lifts his light Pinnace — Heedless of the Boy — Staring — bewildered — at the mocking sky — Homesick for steadfast Honey — Ah, the Bee flies not That brews that rare variety!
What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate — And pass escaped — to thee! What if I file this Mortal — off — See where it hurt me — That's enough — And wade in Liberty! They cannot take me — any more! Dungeons can call — and Guns implore Unmeaning — now — to me — As laughter — was — an hour ago — Or Laces — or a Travelling Show — Or who died — yesterday!
Ah, Moon — and Star! You are very far — But were no one Farther than you — Do you think I'd stop For a Firmament — Or a Cubit — or so? I could borrow a Bonnet Of the Lark — And a Chamois' Silver Boot — And a stirrup of an Antelope — And be with you — Tonight! But, Moon, and Star, Though you're very far — There is one — farther than you — He — is more than a firmament — from Me — So I can never go!
A shady friend — for Torrid days — 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!
A solemn thing — it was — I said — A woman — white — to be — And wear — if God should count me fit — Her blameless mystery — A hallowed thing — to drop a life Into the purple well — Too plummetless — that it return — Eternity — until — I pondered how the bliss would look — And would it feel as big — When I could take it in my hand — As hovering — seen — through fog — And then — the size of this "small" life — The Sages — call it small — Swelled — like Horizons — in my vest — And I sneered — softly — "small"!
I breathed enough to take the Trick — And now, removed from Air — I simulate the Breath, so well — That One, to be quite sure — The Lungs are stirless — must descend Among the Cunning Cells — And touch the Pantomine — Himself, How numb, the Bellows feels!
Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you — Bare your Jessamine — to the storm — And she will fling her maddest perfume — Haply — your Summer night to Charm — Stab the Bird — that built in your bosom — Oh, could you catch her last Refrain — Bubble! "forgive" — "Some better" — Bubble! "Carol for Him — when I am gone"!
"Heaven" — is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree — Provided it do hopeless — hang — That — "Heaven" is — to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud — The interdicted Land — Behind the Hill — the House behind — There — Paradise — is found! Her teasing Purples — Afternoons — The credulous — decoy — Enamored — of the Conjuror — That spurned us — Yesterday!
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go - The crocus - till she rises - The vassal of the snow - The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore - Till bye and bye, these Bargemen Walked - singing - on the shore Pearls are the Diver's farthings Extorted form the sea - Pinions - the Seraph's wagon - Pedestrian once - as we - Night is the morning's canvas - Larcey - legacy - Death - but our rapt attention To immortality. My figures fail to tell me How far the village lies - Whose peasants are the angels - Whose cantons dot the skies - My Classics vail their faces - My faith that Dark adores - Which from it's solemn abbeys - Such resurrection pours!
Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce — by the very Press Of Imagery — Their far Parades — order on the eye With a mute Pomp — A pleading Pageantry — Flags, are a brave sight — But no true Eye Ever went by One — Steadily — Music's triumphant — But the fine Ear Winces with delight Are Drums too near —
More Life — went out — when He went Than Ordinary Breath — Lit with a finer Phosphor — Requiring in the Quench — A Power of Renowned Cold, The Climate of the Grave A Temperature just adequate So Anthracite, to live — For some — an Ampler Zero — A Frost more needle keen Is necessary, to reduce The Ethiop within. Others — extinguish easier — A Gnat's minutest Fan Sufficient to obliterate A Tract of Citizen — Whose Peat lift — amply vivid — Ignores the solemn News That Popocatapel exists — Or Etna's Scarlets, Choose —
The Months have ends — the Years — a knot — No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery — The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers — Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose — The manner of the Children — Who weary of the Day — Themself — the noisy Plaything They cannot put away —
Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days — Myself had just to earn — Of Riches — as unconscious As is the Brown Malay Of Pearls in Eastern Waters, Marked His — What Holiday Would stir his slow conception — Had he the power to dream That put the Dower's fraction — Awaited even — Him —
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty. Myself — a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad as Buenos Ayre — You drifted your Dominions — A Different Peru — And I esteemed All Poverty For Life's Estate with you — Of Mines, I little know — myself — But just the names, of Gems — The Colors of the Commonest — And scarce of Diadems — So much, that did I meet the Queen — Her Glory I should know — But this, must be a different Wealth — To miss it — beggars so — I'm sure 'tis India — all Day — To those who look on You — Without a stint — without a blame, Might I — but be the Jew — I'm sure it is Golconda — Beyond my power to deem — To have a smile for Mine — each Day, How better, than a Gem! At least, it solaces to know That there exists — a Gold — Altho' I prove it, just in time Its distance — to behold — Its far — far Treasure to surmise — And estimate the Pearl — That slipped my simple fingers through — While just a Girl at School.
A Toad, can die of Light — Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men — Of Earl and Midge The privilege — Why swagger, then? The Gnat's supremacy is large as Thine — Life — is a different Thing — So measure Wine — Naked of Flask — Naked of Cask — Bare Rhine — Which Ruby's mine?
There are two Ripenings — one — of sight — Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground — A homelier maturing — A process in the Bur — That teeth of Frosts alone disclose In far October Air.
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go — But only knew by looking back — That something — had benumbed the Track — Nor when it altered, I could say, For I had worn it, every day, As constant as the Childish frock — I hung upon the Peg, at night. But not the Grief — that nestled close As needles — ladies softly press To Cushions Cheeks — To keep their place — Nor what consoled it, I could trace — Except, whereas 'twas Wilderness — It's better — almost Peace —
Give little Anguish — Lives will fret — Give Avalanches — And they'll slant — Straighten — look cautious for their Breath — But make no syllable — like Death — Who only shows the Marble Disc — Sublimer sort — than Speech —