The Chiefer part, for Time—
He—Compensates—immediately—
The former—Checks—on Fame—
Slow Gold—but Everlasting—
The Bullion of Today—
Contrasted with the Currency
Of Immortality—
A Beggar—Here and There—
Is gifted to discern
Beyond the Broker’s insight—
One’s—Money—One’s—the Mine—
When Act and Will are doneBut what Our Lord infers We wouldHad We diviner been—
A very few—a Bird or two—To take a backward look.These are the days when skies resumeThe old—old sophistries of June—A blue and gold mistake.Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee—Almost thy plausibilityInduces my belief.Till ranks of seeds their witness bear—And softly thro’ the altered airHurries a timid leaf.Oh Sacrament of summer days,Oh Last Communion in…
Till You had tasted first,Though cooler than the Water wasThe Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
The only Adamant EstateIn all Identity –How mighty to the insecureThy PhysiognomyTo whom not any Face cohere –Unless concealed in thee
That other state—I’m Czar—I’m ‘Woman’ now—It’s safer so—How odd the Girl’s life looksBehind this soft Eclipse—I think that Earth feels soTo folks in Heaven—now—This being comfort—thenThat other kind—was pain—But why compare?I’m ‘Wife’! Stop there!
Frequently are brown.Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see—And as oft a crannyWhere it used to be—And the Earth— they tell me—On its Axis turned!Wonderful Rotation!By but twelve performed!
