My period had come for Prayer - No other Art - would do - My Tactics missed a rudiment - Creator - Was it you? God grows above - so those who pray Horizons - must ascend - And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend -
His House was not - no sign had He - By Chimney - nor by Door Could I infer his Residence - Vast Prairies of Air
Unbroken by a Settler - Were all that I could see - Infinitude - Had'st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee?
The Silence condescended - Creation stopped - for Me - But awed beyond my errand - I worshipped - did not "pray".
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation - But large - serene - Burned on - until through Dissolution - It failed from Men - I could not deem these Planetary forces Annulled - But suffered an Exchange of Territory - Or World.
It knew no Medicine - It was not Sickness - then - Nor any need of Surgery - And therefore - 'twas not Pain - It moved away the Cheeks - A Dimple at a time - And left the Profile - plainer - And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint That never had a Name - You've seen it on a Cast's face - Was Paradise - to blame -
If momently ajar - Temerity - drew near - And sickened - ever afterward For Somewhat that it saw?
She hideth Her the last - And is the first, to rise - Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes - She doth Her Purple Work - And putteth Her away In low apartments in the Sod - As Worthily as We.
To imitate her life As possible would be As Brew from Our imperfect Mints, The Julep - of the Bee.
The Brain, within it's Groove Runs evenly - and true - But let a Splinter swerve - 'Twere easier for You - To put the Waters back - When Floods have slit the Hills - And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves - And shoved away - the Mills.
Trust in the Unexpected - By this - was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold - As One had testified - Through this - the old Philosopher - His Talismanic Stone Discerned - still withholden To effort undivine -
'Twas this - allured Columbus - When Genoa - withdrew Before an Apparition Baptized America -
The Same - afflicted Thomas - When Deity pronounced 'Twas blesseder - the seeing not - Provided it believed.
The Black Berry - wears a Thorn in his side - But no Man heard Him cry - He offers His Berry, just the same To Partridge - and to Boy - He sometimes holds upon the Fence - Or struggles to a Tree - Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands - But not for Sympathy -
We - tell a Hurt - to cool it - This Mourner - to the Sky A little further reaches - instead - Brave Black Berry.
One Crucifixion is recorded - only - How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics - Or History - One Calvary - exhibited to Stranger - As many be As Persons - or Peninsulas - Gethsemane -
Is but a Province - in the Being's Centre - Judea - For Journey - or Crusade's Achieving - Too near -
Our Lord - indeed - made Compound Witness - And yet - There's newer - nearer Crucifixion Than That.
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye - Of Territory - Color - Circumference - Decay - It's Amber Revelation Exhilirate - Debase - Omnipotence inspection Of Our inferior face -
And when the solemn features Confirm - in Victory - We start - as if detected In Immortality.
There is a Shame of Nobleness - Confronting Sudden Pelf - A finer Shame of Extasy - Convicted of Itself - A best Disgrace - a Brave Man feels - Acknowledged - of the Brave - One More - "Ye Blessed" - to be told - But this - involves the Grave.