Fame is a fickle food

A fairer House than Prose—More numerous of Windows—Superior—for Doors—Of Chambers as the Cedars—Impregnable of Eye—And for an Everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of the Sky—Of Visitors—the fairest—For Occupation—This—The spreading wide of narrow HandsTo gather Paradise—

Lives will fret—Give Avalanches—And they’ll slant—Straighten—look cautious for their Breath—But make no syllable—like Death—Who only shows the Marble Disc—Sublimer sort—than Speech—

For an Eternity—I fear me this CircumferenceEngross my Finity—To His exclusion, who prepareBy Processes of SizeFor the Stupendous VisionOf his diameters—

Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond!You dropped a purple ravelling in,You dropped an amber thread;And now you’ve littered all the EastWith duds of emerald!And still she plies her spotted brooms,And still the aprons fly,Till brooms fade softly into stars —And then I come away.

Exhibit—I supposeThat General AttendanceThat Resurrection—does—Circumferen ce be full—The long restricted GraveAssert her Vital Privilege—The Dust—connect—and live—On Atoms—features place—All Multitudes that wereEfface in the Comparison—As Suns—dissolve a star—Solemnity—prevail—Its Individual DoomPossess each separate Consciousness—August—Absorbed&mda sh;Numb—What Duplicate—exist—What Parallel can be—Of the Significance of This—To Universe—and Me?

For the long Hindrance—Grace—to Me—With Summers, and with Winters, grow,Some passing Year—A trait bestowTo make Me fairest of the Earth—The Waiting—then—will seem so worthI shall impute with half a painThe blame that I was chosen—then—Time to anticipate His Gaze—It’s first—Delight—and then—Surprise—The turning o’er and o’er my faceFor Evidence it be the Grace—He left behind One…