No Notice gave She, but a Change - No Message, but a Sigh - For Whom, the Time did not suffice That She should specify. She was not warm, though Summer shone Nor scrupulous of cold Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost Upon Her Bosom piled -
Of shrinking ways - she did not fright Though all the Village looked - But held Her gravity aloft - And met the gaze - direct -
And when adjusted like a Seed In careful fitted Ground Unto the Everlasting Spring And hindered but a Mound
Her Warm return, if so she chose - And We - imploring drew - Removed our invitation by As Some She never knew.
Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King - And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing - No Man depose Whom Fate Ordain - And Who can add a Crown To Him who doth continual Conspire against His Own.
Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity - I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity - To His exclusion, who prepare By Processes of Size For the Stupendous Vision Of his Diameters.
I play at Riches - to appease The Clamoring for Gold - It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity - I could have done a Sin And been Myself that easy Thing An independent Man -
But often as my lot displays Too hungry to be borne I deem Myself what I would be - And novel Comforting
My Poverty and I derive - We question if the Man - Who own - Esteem the Opulence - As We - Who never Can -
Should ever these exploring Hands Chance Sovreign on a Mine - Or in the long - uneven term To win, become their turn -
How fitter they will be - for Want - Enlightening so well - I know not which, Desire, or Grant - Be wholly beautiful.
I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane - She stopped - a Traveller's privilege - for Rest - And there upon I gazed - as at a Stranger - The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass - upon -
But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine - for not a Foot - nor Hand - Nor Formula - had she -
But like a Head - a Guillotine Slid carelessly away - Did independent, Amber - Sustain her in the sky -
Or like a Stemless Flower - Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations - Than bind Philosopher -
No Hunger - had she - nor an Inn - Her Toilette - to suffice - Nor Avocation - nor Concern For little Mysteries
As harass us - like Life - and Death - And Afterwards - or Nay - But seemed engrossed to Absolute - With Shining - and the Sky -
The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise - She vaulted out of Gaze -
And next - I met her on a Cloud - Myself too far below To follow her superior Road - Or it's advantage - Blue.
They called me to the Window, for " 'Twas Sunset" - Some one said - I only saw a Sapphire Farm - And just a Single Herd - Of Opal Cattle - feeding far Upon so vain a Hill - As even while I looked - dissolved - Nor Cattle were - nor Soil -
But in their Room - a Sea - displayed - And Ships - of such a size As Crew of Mountains - could afford - And Decks - to seat the Skies -
This - too - the Showman rubbed away - And when I looked again - Nor Farm - nor Opal Herd - was there - Nor Mediterranean.
The Tint I cannot take - is best - The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar - A Guinea at a sight - The fine - impalpable Array - That swaggers on the eye Like Cleopatra's Company - Repeated - in the sky -
The Moments of Dominion That happen on the Soul And leave it with a Discontent Too exquisite - to tell -
The eager look - on Landscapes - As if they just repressed Some Secret - that was pushing Like Chariots - in the Vest -
The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.
Their Graspless manners - mock us - Until the Cheated Eye Shuts arrogantly - in the Grave - Another way - to see.
Only God - detect the Sorrow - Only God - The Jehovahs - are no Babblers - Unto God - God the Son - disclose it - Still secure - God the Spirit's Honor - Just as sure.
'Twas a long Parting - but the time For Interview - had Come - Before the Judgment Seat of God - The last - and second time These Fleshless Lovers met - A Heaven in a Gaze - A Heaven of Heavens - the Privilege Of One another's Eyes -
No Lifetime - on Them - Appareled as the new Unborn - except They had beheld - Born infiniter - now -
Was Bridal - e'er like This? A Paradise - the Host - And Cherubim - and Seraphim - The unobtrusive Guest.
It was too late for Man - But early, yet, for God - Creation - impotent to help - But Prayer - remained - Our Side - How excellent the Heaven - When Earth - cannot be had - How hospitable - then - the face Of our New Neighbor - God.