I died for beauty, but was scarce

The privilege of few—Eternity—obtained—in Time—Reversed Divinity—That our ignoble EyesThe quality conceiveOf Paradise superlative—Through their Comparative.

I cherished them for All—Happening in After AgesTo entertain a Pearl—Wherefore so late—I murmured—My need of Thee—be done—Therefore—the Pearl responded—My Period begin

All Prizes to obtain—Successful certain, if at last,First Suitor not in vain.

A News express to Me—A spicy Charge, My little Posts—But I am deaf—Today—The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng—I reinforced the Door—Go blossom for the Bees—I said—And trouble Me—no More—The Summer Grace, for Notice strove—Remote—Her best Array—The Heart—to stimulate the EyeRefused too utterly—At length, a Mourner, like Myself,She drew away austere—Her frosts to ponder—then it wasI recollected Her—She…

And Roses in the Seed—A Summer briefer than the firstBut tenderer indeedAs should a Face supposed the Grave’sEmerge a single NoonIn the Vermilion that it woreAffect us, and return—Two Seasons, it is said, exist—The Summer of the Just,And this of Ours, diversifiedWith Prospect, and with Frost—May not our Second with its FirstSo infinite compareThat We…

When a Lover is an OwnerDifferent is he –What he begged is then the Beggar –Oh disparity –Bread of Heaven resents bestowalLike an obloquy –

Then I remember not.And if forgetting, recollecting,How near I had forgot.And if to miss, were merry,And to mourn, were gay,How very blithe the fingersThat gathered this, Today!

And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaimed him a Liar –The Truth never flaunted a Sign –Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presenceAs Gold the Pyrites would shun –What confusion would cover the innocent JesusTo meet so enabled a Man!

The Wind begun to knead the Grass—As Women do a Dough—He flung a Hand full at the Plain—A Hand full at the Sky—The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees—And started all abroad—The Dust did scoop itself like Hands—And throw away the Road—The Wagons—quickened on the Street—The Thunders gossiped low—The Lightning showed a Yellow Head—And then a…

Supposed they visited remoteOr settled Regions wild –But did because they diedA Fact withheld the little child –

A News express to Me—A spicy Charge, My little Posts—But I am deaf—Today—The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng—I reinforced the Door—Go blossom for the Bees—I said—And trouble Me—no More—The Summer Grace, for Notice strove—Remote—Her best Array—The Heart—to stimulate the EyeRefused too utterly—At length, a Mourner, like Myself,She drew away austere—Her frosts to ponder—then it wasI recollected Her—She…

Velvet people from Vevay—Balles from some lost summer day—Bees exclusive Coterie—Paris could not lay the foldBelted down with Emerald—Venice could not show a checkOf a tint so lustrous meek—Never such an AmbuscadeAs of briar and leaf displayedFor my little damask maid—I had rather wear her graceThan an Earl’s distinguished face—I had rather dwell like herThan…