Who never wanted - maddest JoyCommenta
Remains to him unknown -
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine -
Within it's reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal -
No nearer - lest the Actual -
Should disenthrall thy soul.
Water makes many BedsCommenta
For those averse to sleep -
It's awful chamber open stands -
It's Curtains blandly sweep -
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades -
Whose Axis never comes.
To earn it by disdaining itCommenta
Is Fame's consummate Fee -
He loves what spurns him -
Look behind - He is pursuing thee -
So let us gather - every Day -
The Aggregate of Life's Bouquet
Be Honor and not shame.
The pretty Rain from those sweet EavesCommenta
Her unintending Eyes -
Took her own Heart, including our's,
By innocent Surprise -
The wrestle in her simple throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her - defeated Feat -
Was Fervor's sudden Crown.