Blameless of a Name—
Efflorescence of a Sunset—
Reproduced—the same—
Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing
Should endow the Day—
Not a Topic of a Twilight—
Show itself away—
Who for tilling—to the Mountain
Come, and disappear—
Whose be Her Renown, or fading,
Witness, is not here—
While I state—the Solemn Petals,
Far as North—and East,
Far as South and West—expanding—
Culminate—in Rest—
And the Mountain to the Evening
Fit His Countenance—
Indicating, by no Muscle—
The Experience—
But She Slept—Her Bed—a funneled Stone—With Nosegays at the Head and Foot—That Travellers—had thrown—Who went to thank Her—But She Slept—‘Twas Short—to cross the Sea—To look upon Her like—alive—But turning back—’twas slow—
Of Her eccentric Family –Is She so much to blame?
Who knows—but at the sight of thatMy Sovereign will relent?As trinket—worn by faded Child—Confronting eyes long—comforted—Blisters the Adamant!
It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—Enters—with a ‘You know Me—Sir’?Simple Salute—and certain Recognition—Bold—were it Enemy—Brief—were it friend—Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle—And carries one—out of it—to God—
Sees every Man a King—And Poverty of MonarchyIs an interior thing—No Man deposeWhom Fate Ordain—And Who can add a CrownTo Him who doth continualConspire against His Own
Great clouds like ushers leaning,Creation looking on.The flesh surrendered, cancelledThe bodiless begun;Two worlds, like audiences, disperseAnd leave the soul alone.
