FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has

And put it in the Drawer—Till it an Antique fashion shows—Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

And said that I was strong—And could be mighty, if I liked—That Day—the Days among—Glows Central—like a JewelBetween Diverging Golds—The Minor One—that gleamed behind—And Vaster—of the World’s.

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—

Today—her Only BoyWent up from the Potomac—His face all VictoryTo look at her—How slowlyThe Seasons must have turnedTill Bullets clipt an AngleAnd He passed quickly round—If pride shall be in Paradise—Ourself cannot decide—Of their imperial Conduct—No person testified—But, proud in Apparition—That Woman and her BoyPass back and forth, before my BrainAs even in the sky—I’m…

Who knows—but at the sight of thatMy Sovereign will relent?As trinket—worn by faded Child—Confronting eyes long—comforted—Blisters the Adamant!

Remembered but by me.I touched her Cradle mute—She recognized the foot—Put on her carmine suitAnd see!