Could mortal lip divine

You are very far—But were no oneFarther than you—Do you think I’d stopFor a Firmament—Or a Cubit—or so?I could borrow a BonnetOf the Lark—And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—And a stirrup of an Antelope—And be with you—Tonight!But, Moon, and Star,Though you’re very far—There is one—farther than you—He—is more than a firmament—from Me—So I can never go!

I made the Taper shine—Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,Regard a Nun—Thou knowest every Woe—Needless to tell thee—so—But can’st thou doThe Grace next to it—heal?That looks a harder skill to us—Still—just as easy, if it be thy WillTo thee—Grant me—Thou knowest, though, so Why tell thee?

A trinket—to confer—It helps to stimulate the faithWhen Lovers be afar—‘Tis various—as the various taste—Clematis—journeying far—Presents me with a single CurlOf her Electric Hair—

So tell me who ’tis like—The very Brow—the stooping eyes—A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?The very Pattern of the Cheek—It varies—in the Chin—But—Ishmael—since we met—’tis long—And fashions—intervene—When Moon’s at full—’Tis Thou—I say—My lips just hold the name—When crescent—Thou art worn—I note—But—there—the Golden Same—And when—Some Night—Bold—slashing CloudsCut Thee away from Me—That’s easier—than the other filmThat glazes Holiday—

Was steady as the SunAnd every Night, it numbered moreThan the preceding OneAll Days, I did not earn the sameBut my perceiveless GainInferred the less by Growing thanThe Sum that it had grown.

Though favorably mentionedIn Entomology –Because he travels freelyAnd wears a proper coatThe circumspect are certainThat he is dissolute –Had he the homely scutcheonOf modest Industry‘Twere fitter certifyingFor Immortality –