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This—to Heaven divine Has gone—Had You earlier blundered inPossibly, e’en You had seenAn Eternity—put on—Now—to ring a Door beyondIs the utmost of Your Hand—To the Skies—apologize—Nearer to Your CourtesiesThan this Sufferer polite—Dressed to meet You—See—in White!

A Species stands beyond—Invisible, as Music—But positive, as Sound—It beckons, and it baffles—Philosophy—don’t know—And through a Riddle, at the last—Sagacity, must go—To guess it, puzzles scholars—To gain it, Men have borneContempt of GenerationsAnd Crucifixion, shown—Faith slips—and laughs, and rallies—Blushes, if any see—Plucks at a twig of Evidence—And asks a Vane, the way—Much Gesture, from the…

Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair—So quiet—Oh how quiet,That nobody might knowBut that the little figureRocked softer—to and fro—On such a dawn, or such a dawn—Would anybody sighThat such a little figureToo sound asleep did lieFor Chanticleer to wake it—Or stirring house below—Or giddy bird in orchard—Or early task to…

How ignorant I had beenOf pretty ways of Covenant—How awkward at the HymnRound our new Fireside—but for this—This pattern—of the Way—Whose Memory drowns me, like the DipOf a Celestial Sea—What Mornings in our Garden—guessed—What Bees—for us—to hum—With only Birds to interruptThe Ripple of our Theme—And Task for Both—When Play be done—Your Problem—of the Brain—And mine—some…

Or perish from the Hill—Without the privilege to knowThat they are Beautiful—How many cast a nameless PodUpon the nearest Breeze—Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight—It bear to Other Eyes—

I cannot see a spokeYet know its dripping feetGo round and round.My foot is on the Tide!An unfrequented road—Yet have all roadsA clearing at the end—Some have resigned the Loom—Some in the busy tombFind quaint employ—Some with new—stately feet—Pass royal through the gate—Flinging the problem backAt you and I!