Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird’s nest,
And sow the Early seed—
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door—
Daisies point the way there—
And the Troubadour.
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The Women—plucked awayFrom our familiar Lifetime—The Men of Ivory—Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—Who stay upon the WallIn Everlasting Keepsake—Can Anybody tell?We trust—in places perfecter—Inheriting DelightBeyond our faint Conjecture—Our dizzy Estimate—Remembering ourselves, we trust—Yet Blesseder—than We—Through Knowing—where We only hope—Receiving—where we—pray—Of Expectation—also—Anticipating usWith transport, that would be a painExcept for Holiness—Esteeming us—as Exile—Themself—admitted Home—Through easy…
To the bright east she flies,
Remit her home,Without a change of wings,Or Love’s convenient things,Enticed to come.Fashioning what she is,Fathoming what she was,We deem we dream –And that dissolves the daysThrough which existence straysHomeless at home.
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My premium—My Bliss—An Admiralty, less—A Sceptre—penniless—And Realms—just Dross—When Thrones accost my Hands—With ‘Me, Miss, Me’—I’ll unroll Thee—Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—Election—Vote—The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.
Of so divine a Loss
Indemnity for LonelinessThat such a Bliss has been.
Death is like the insect
Competent to kill it,But decoyed may be.Bait it with the balsam,Seek it with the saw,Baffle, if it cost youEverything you are.Then, if it have burrowedOut of reach of skill –Wring the tree and leave it,‘Tis the vermin’s will.
The spider holds a Silver Ball
And dancing softly to HimselfHis Yarn of Pearl–unwinds–He plies from Nought to Nought–In unsubstantial Trade–Supplants our Tapestries with His–In half the period–An Hour to rear supremeHis Continents of Light–Then dangle from the Housewife’s Broom–His Boundaries–forgot–