God permit industrious angels

Dynasties repaired—Systems—settled in their Sockets—Citadels—dissolved—Wastes of Lives—resown with ColorsBy Succeeding Springs—Death—unto itself—Exception—Is exempt from Change—

The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me.And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen hands,Presuming me to be a mouseAground, upon the sands.But no man moved me till the tideWent past my simple shoe,And past my apron and my belt,And past my bodice too,And made as he would eat me upAs wholly as…

The Persons of prognosticationAre coming now –We try to show becoming firmness –But pompous JoyBetrays us, as his first BetrothalBetrays a Boy.

As when the Neighbor holds the LampTo witness her Goodbye –A Moment – We uncertain stepFor newness of the night –Then – fit our Vision to the Dark –And meet the Road – erect –And so of larger – Darknesses –Those Evenings of the Brain –When not a Moon disclose a sign –Or Star –…

That feels to her—like Sacrament—She’s busy—with an altered Care—As just apprenticed to the Air—She’s tearful—if she weep at all—For blissful Causes—Most of allThat Heaven permit so meek as her—To such a Fate—to Minister.

Sufficient Fame—To perish in Her Hand!