Whole—like His Principle—
Wide—like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes—
Never had a Doubt—
Laughs—at a Scruple—
Believes all sham
But Paradise—
Credits the World—
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovereignties—
And Caesar—mean—
In the Comparison—
Baseless Emperor—
Ruler of Nought—
Yet swaying all—
Grown bye and bye
To hold mistaken
His pretty estimates
Of Prickly Things
He gains the skill
Sorrowful—as certain—
Men—to anticipate
Instead of Kings—
Do it not displayLarger for the Totalness—‘Tis EconomyTo bestow a WorldAnd withhold a Star—Utmost, is Munificence—Less, tho’ larger, poor.
A neighbor and a warrior too,With shrill felicityPursuing winds that censure usA February day,The brother of the universeWas never blown away.The snow and he are intimate;I ‘ve often seen them playWhen heaven looked upon us allWith such severity,I felt apology were dueTo an insulted sky,Whose pompous frown was nutrimentTo their temerity.The pillow of this daring…
‘As large as I’—relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze—Itself is all the like it has—
And mourners meet it going outThe moment of our death.
Much Sense – the starkest Madness –`Tis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevail –Assent – and you are sane –Demur – you`re straightaway dangerous –And handled with a Chain –
‘Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—‘Warmed them’ at the ‘Temple fire.’‘Thou wert with him’—quoth ‘the Damsel’?‘No’—said Peter, ’twasn’t me—Jesus merely ‘looked’ at Peter—Could I do aught else—to Thee?
