The loss had been to Me
A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake—
As Giants—gone away—
Had I presumed to gain
A Favor so remote—
The failure but confirm the Grace
In further Infinite—
‘Tis failure—not of Hope—
But Confident Despair—
Advancing on Celestial Lists—
With faint—Terrestial power—
‘Tis Honor—though I die—
For That no Man obtain
Till He be justified by Death—
This—is the Second Gain—
Not loud enough—for Wind—A Star—not far enough to seek—Nor near enough—to find—A long—long Yellow—on the Lawn—A Hubbub—as of feet—Not audible—as Ours—to Us—But dapperer—More Sweet—A Hurrying Home of little MenTo Houses unperceived—All this—and more—if I should tell—Would never be believed—Of Robins in the Trundle bedHow many I espyWhose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings—Although I heard…
Confer upon My flower—Refracted but a Countenance—For I—inhabit Her—
A loss or so—To bend the eyeBest Beauty’s way—But—once aslantIt notes DelightAs difficultAs StalactiteA Common BlissWere had for less—The price—isEven as the Grace—Our lord—thought noExtravaganceTo pay—a Cross—
You write Him—every day—A little note—when you awake—And further in the Day.An Ample Letter—How you miss—And would delight to see—But then His House—is but a Step—And Mine’s—in Heaven—You see.
Isaac was an Urchin—Abraham was old—Not a hesitation—Abraham complied—Flattered by ObeisanceTyranny demurred—Isaac—to his childrenLived to tell the tale—Moral—with a mastiffManners may prevail.
Could die—did die—Could smile upon the wholeThrough faith in one he met not,To introduce his soul.Could go from scene familiarTo an untraversed spot—Could contemplate the journeyWith unpuzzled heart—Such trust had one among us,Among us not today—We who saw the launchingNever sailed the Bay!
