‘ ‘Twas Sunset’—Some one said—
I only saw a Sapphire Farm—
And just a Single Herd—
Of Opal Cattle—feeding far
Upon so vain a Hill—
As even while I looked—dissolved—
Nor Cattle were—nor Soil—
But in their stead—a Sea—displayed—
And Ships—of such a size
As Crew of Mountains—could afford—
And Decks—to seat the skies—
This—too—the Showman rubbed away—
And when I looked again—
Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there—
Nor Mediterranean—
By a nimble love—If I weld the Rivet faster—Final fast—above—Never mind my breathless Anvil!Never mind Repose!Never mind the sooty facesTugging at the Forge!
Incomplete—to Eye—But to Faith—a RevolutionIn Locality—Unto Us—the Suns extinguish—To our Opposite—New Horizons—they embellish—Fronting Us—with Night.
Yet confident they runAm I, from symptoms that are pastAnd Series that are done—I find my feet have further Goals—I smile upon the AimsThat felt so ample—Yesterday—Today’s—have vaster claims—I do not doubt the self I wasWas competent to me—But something awkward in the fit—Proves that—outgrown—I see—
A Robber’d like the look of—Wooden barred,And Windows hanging low,Inviting to—A Portico,Where two could creep—One—hand the Tools—The other peep—To make sure All’s Asleep—Old fashioned eyes—Not easy to surprise!How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,With just a Clock—But they could gag the Tick—And Mice won’t bark—And so the Walls—don’t tell—None—will—A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir—An…
That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final inchOf your delirious Hem—And you dropt, lost,When something broke—And let you from a Dream—As if a Goblin with a Gauge—Kept measuring the Hours—Until you felt your SecondWeigh, helpless, in his Paws—And not a Sinew—stirred—could help,And sense was setting numb—When God—remembered—and the…
A hurry in the breath—An ecstasy of partingDenominated ‘Death’—An anguish at the mentionWhich when to patience grown,I’ve known permission givenTo rejoin its own.
