They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live
As I, who testify it
Deny that I—am dead—
And fill my Lungs, for Witness—
From Tanks—above my Head—
I say to you, said Jesus—
That there be standing here—
A Sort, that shall not taste of Death—
If Jesus was sincere—
I need no further Argue—
That statement of the Lord
Is not a controvertible—
He told me, Death was dead—
Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices did expendAs Brook by Brook bestows itselfTo multiply the Pond.Their Witnesses were not—Except occasional man—In homely industry arrayed—To overtake the Morn—Nor was it for applause—That I could ascertain—But independent EcstasyOf Deity and Men—By Six, the Flood had done—No…
Then stepped straight through the firmamentAnd rested on a beam;And then together bore awayUpon a shining sea,–Though never yet, in any portTheir coming mentioned be.If spoken by the distant bird,If met in ether seaBy frigate or by merchantman,Report was not to me.
And then—He closes up—Then stands upon the BonnetOf Any Buttercup—And then He runs againstAnd oversets a Rose—And then does Nothing—Then away upon a Jib—He goes—And dangles like a MoteSuspended in the Noon—Uncertain—to return Below—Or settle in the Moon—What come of Him—at Night—The privilege to sayBe limited by Ignorance—What come of Him—That Day—The Frost—possess the World—In…
As from the earth the light BalloonAsks nothing but release –Ascension that for which it was,Its soaring Residence.The spirit looks upon the DustThat fastened it so longWith indignation,As a BirdDefrauded of its song.
Insert the Thing that caused it—Block it upWith Other—and ’twill yawn the more—You cannot solder an AbyssWith Air.
You see, God bless his suddenness,A fellow in the skiesOf independent hues,A little weather-worn,Inspiriting habilimentsOf indigo and brown.With specimens of song,As if for you to choose,Discretion in the interval,With gay delays he goesTo some superior treeWithout a single leaf,And shouts for joy to nobodyBut his seraphic self!
