Great Streets of silence led awayCommenta
To Neighborhoods of Pause -
Here was no Notice - no Dissent
No Universe - no Laws -
By Clocks, 'twas Morning, and for Night
The Bells at Distance called -
But Epoch had no basis here
For Period exhaled.
Best Witchcraft is GeometryCommenta
To the magician's mind -
His ordinary acts are feats
To thinking of mankind.
Some Days retired from the restCommenta
In soft distinction lie
The Day that a Companion came
Or was obliged to die.
A full fed Rose on meals of TintCommenta
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became -
Each bright mortality
The Forfeit is of Creature fair
Itself, adored before
Submitting for our unknown sake
To be esteemed no more.
Through what transports of PatienceCommenta
I reached the stolid Bliss
To breathe my Blank without thee
Attest me this and this -
By that bleak exultation
I won as near as this
Thy privilege of dying
Abbreviate me this.