It’s Somewhat in the Cold—
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet—
And haply, in the World—
The Cruel—smiling—bowing World—
That took its Cambric Way—
Nor heard the timid cry for ‘Bread’—
‘Sweet Lady—Charity’—
Among Redeemed Children
If Trudging feet may stand
The Barefoot time forgotten—so—
The Sleet—the bitter Wind—
The Childish Hands that teased for Pence
Lifted adoring—them—
To Him whom never Ragged—Coat
Did supplicate in vain—
And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig!
Profound – precarious Property –Possession, not optional –Double Estate – entailed at pleasureUpon an unsuspecting Heir –Duke in a moment of DeathlessnessAnd God, for a Frontier.
Hueless to me until thou comeAs, till the BeeBlossoms stand negative,Touched to ConditionsBy a Hum.
Where Liberty—Himself—abide with Thee—
Deformed Men—ponder Grace—Bright fires—the Blanketless—The Lost—Day’s face—The Blind—esteem it beEnough Estate—to see—The Captive—strangles new—For deeming—Beggars—play—To lack—enamor Thee—Tho’ the Divinity—Be onlyMe—
Whole—like His Principle—Wide—like the SunriseOn fresh Eyes—Never had a Doubt—Laughs—at a Scruple—Believes all shamBut Paradise—Credits the World—Deems His DominionBroadest of Sovereignties—And Caesar—mean—In the Comparison—Baseless Emperor—Ruler of Nought—Yet swaying all—Grown bye and byeTo hold mistakenHis pretty estimatesOf Prickly ThingsHe gains the skillSorrowful—as certain—Men—to anticipateInstead of Kings—
