Denoted by the White—
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors—designate—
All these—did conquer—
But the ones who overcame most times—
Wear nothing commoner than Snow—
No Ornament, but Palms—
Surrender—is a sort unknown—
On this superior soil—
Defeat—an outgrown Anguish—
Remembered, as the Mile
Our panting Ankle barely passed—
When Night devoured the Road—
But we—stood whispering in the House—
And all we said—was ‘Saved’!
In this cup of mine.Sip old Frankfort airFrom my brown Cigar.
Was like the other Days—Until the Coronation came—And then—’twas Otherwise—As Carbon in the CoalAnd Carbon in the GemAre One—and yet the formerWere dull for Diadem—I rose, and all was plain—But when the Day declinedMyself and It, in MajestyWere equally—adorned—The Grace that I—was chose—To Me—surpassed the CrownThat was the Witness for the Grace—‘Twas even that ’twas…
And shade is all that devastates the stillnessSeems it sometimes this would be all –
His Merit—all my fear—Contrasting which, my qualityDo lowlier—appear—Lest I should insufficient proveFor His beloved Need—The Chiefest ApprehensionUpon my thronging Mind—‘Tis true—that Deity to stoopInherently incline—For nothing higher than ItselfItself can rest upon—So I—the undivine abodeOf His Elect Content—Conform my Soul—as ’twere a Church,Unto Her Sacrament—
Of Her eccentric Family –Is She so much to blame?
Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I’d tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro’ to his—Then my face take her Recompense—The looking in his Eyes—But ’tis a single Hair—A filament—a law—A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—A Battlement—of Straw—A limit like the VeilUnto the Lady’s face—But every Mesh—a Citadel—And Dragons—in the Crease—
