Drowning is not so pitiful

Written by faded menAt the suggestion of Holy Spectres—Subjects—Bethlehem— ;Eden—the ancient Homestead—Satan—the Brigadier—Judas—the Great Defaulter—David—the Troubador—Sin—a distinguished PrecipiceOthers must resist—Boys that ‘believe’ are very lonesome—Other Boys are ‘lost’—Had but the Tale a warbling Teller—All the Boys would come—Orpheus’ Sermon captivated—It did not condemn—

To merit the Release—Joy to have perished every step—To Compass Paradise—Pardon—to look upon thy face—With these old fashioned Eyes—Better than new—could be—for that—Though bought in Paradise—Because they looked on thee before—And thou hast looked on them—Prove Me—My Hazel WitnessesThe features are the same—So fleet thou wert, when present—So infinite—when gone—An Orient’s Apparition—Remanded of the Morn—The…

Just felt the world go by!Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,When breath blew back,And on the other sideI heard recede the disappointed tide!Therefore, as One returned, I feelOdd secrets of the line to tell!Some Sailor, skirting foreign shores—Some pale Reporter, from the awful doorsBefore the Seal!Next time, to stay!Next time, the things to…

Because—because if he should dieWhile I was gone—and I—too late—Should reach the Heart that wanted me—If I should disappoint the eyesThat hunted—hunted so—to see—And could not bear to shut untilThey ‘noticed’ me—they noticed me—If I should stab the patient faithSo sure I’d come—so sure I’d come—It listening—listening—went to sleep—Telling my tardy name—My Heart would wish…

That other state—I’m Czar—I’m ‘Woman’ now—It’s safer so—How odd the Girl’s life looksBehind this soft Eclipse—I think that Earth feels soTo folks in Heaven—now—This being comfort—thenThat other kind—was pain—But why compare?I’m ‘Wife’! Stop there!

I lost it in the sand—And tho’ the sum was simpleAnd pounds were in the land—Still, had it such a valueUnto my frugal eye—That when I could not find it—I sat me down to sigh.I had a crimson Robin—Who sang full many a dayBut when the woods were painted,He, too, did fly away—Time brought me…