Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?
And ‘Jesus’! Where is Jesus gone?
They said that Jesus—always came—
Perhaps he doesn’t know the House—
This way, Jesus, Let him pass!
Somebody run to the great gate
And see if Dollie’s coming! Wait!
I hear her feet upon the stair!
Death won’t hurt—now Dollie’s here!
Haunts Candles in Brazil.Nature’s Experience would makeOur Reddest Second pale.Nature is fond, I sometimes think,Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
To know if any Human eyes were nearTo whom He could entrust His wavering gaze—Until it settle broad—on Paradise—To know if He was patient—part content—Was Dying as He thought—or different—Was it a pleasant Day to die—And did the Sunshine face his way—What was His furthest mind—Of Home—or God—Or what the Distant say—At news that He…
Because I cannot seeThe love you offer—MagnitudeReverses ModestyAnd I cannot be proudBecause a Height so highInvolves AlpineRequirementsAnd Services of Snow.
Than any I had seen—Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in the BoneOf Death’s tremendous nearness—I probed Retrieverless thingsMy Duplicate—to borrow—A Haggard Comfort springsFrom the belief that Somewhere—Within the Clutch of Thought—There dwells one other CreatureOf Heavenly Love—forgot—I plucked at our PartitionAs One should pry the Walls—Between Himself—and Horror’s Twin—Within Opposing Cells—I almost strove to clasp his…
Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives—resown with ColorsBy Succeeding Springs—Death—unto itself—Exception—Is exempt from Change—
A waking on a mornTo find that what one waked for,Inhales the different dawn.
