Other force—may be presumed to move—
This—then—is best for confidence—
When oldest Cedars swerve—
And Oaks untwist their fists—
And Mountains—feeble—lean—
How excellent a Body, that
Stands without a Bone—
How vigorous a Force
That holds without a Prop—
Truth stays Herself—and every man
That trusts Her—boldly up—
My Caspian—thee.
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—
To imitate these Neighbors fleetIn awe and innocence, were meet.
From the fields today—So tiptoed many a slipperTo Paradise away—Oozed so in crimson bubblesDay’s departing tide—Blooming—tripping—flow ingAre ye then with God?
Are so for that most fatal causeIn Nature – they are full –
Forget she wore it at her HeartBecause she breathed againstWas Treason twixt?Deny! Did Rose her Bee—For Privilege of PlayOr Wile of ButterflyOr Opportunity—Her Lord away?The lady with the Amulet—will face—The Bee—in Mausoleum laid—Discard his Bride—But longer than the little Rill—That cooled the Forehead of the Hill—While Other—went the Sea to fill—And Other—went to turn the…
