Were Universe—one Rock—
And fr I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block—
I’d tunnel—till my Groove
Pushed 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 Veil
Unto the Lady’s face—
But every Mesh—a Citadel—
And Dragons—in the Crease—
Remembered but by me.I touched her Cradle mute—She recognized the foot—Put on her carmine suitAnd see!
The Grace so awkward for her sakeIts fond subjection wear –
I felt the Columns close—The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—I touched the Universe—And back it slid—and I alone—A Speck upon a Ball—Went out upon Circumference—Beyond the Dip of Bell—
To her divine Majority —Present no more —Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —At her low Gate —Unmoved — an Emperor be kneelingUpon her Mat —I’ve known her — from an ample nation —Choose One —Then — close the Valves of her attention —Like Stone —
Was dim as to the wealthyBeginning not to own –
Derives its Magnitude—‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the Wheel—Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuousAnd fling a dust—the while.The Inner—paints the Outer—The Brush without the Hand—Its Picture publishes—precise—As is the inner Brand—On fine—Arterial Canvas—A Cheek—perchance a Brow—The Star’s whole Secret—in the Lake—Eyes were not meant to know.
