I think just how my shape will rise -Commenta
When I shall be "forgiven" -
Till Hair - and Eyes - and timid Head -
Are out of sight - in Heaven -
I think just how my lips will weigh -
With shapeless - quivering - prayer -
That you - so late - "Consider" me -
The "Sparrow" of your Care -
I mind me that of Anguish - sent -
Some drifts were moved away -
Before my simple bosom - broke -
And why not this - if they?
And so I con that thing - "forgiven" -
Until - delirious - borne -
By my long bright - and longer - trust -
I drop my Heart - unshriven!
If he dissolve - then - there is nothing - more -Commenta
Eclipse - at Midnight -
It was dark - before -
Sunset - at Easter -
Blindness - on the Dawn -
Faint Star of Bethlehem -
Would but some God - inform Him -
Or it be too late!
Say - that the pulse just lisps -
The Chariots wait -
Say - that a little life - for His -
Is leaking - red -
His little Spaniel - tell Him!
Will He heed?
The Court is far away -Commenta
No Umpire - have I -
My Sovereign is offended -
To gain his grace - I'd die!
I'll seek his royal feet -
I'll say - Remember - King -
Thou shalt - thyself - one day - a Child -
Implore a larger - thing -
That Empire - is of Czars -
As small - they say - as I -
Grant me - that day - the royalty -
To intercede - for Thee.
You're right - "the way is narrow" -Commenta
And "difficult the Gate" -
And "few there be" - Correct again -
That "enter in - thereat" -
'Tis Costly - So are purples!
'Tis just the price of Breath -
With but the "Discount" of the Grave -
Termed by the Brokers - "Death"!
And after that - there's Heaven -
The Good Man's - "Dividend" -
And Bad Men - "go to Jail" -
The Lamp burns sure - within -Commenta
Tho' Serfs - supply the Oil -
It matters not the busy Wick -
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slave - forgets - to fill -
The Lamp - burns golden - on -
Unconscious that the oil is out -
As that the Slave - is gone.