I meant to find her when I came;

Of Crickets – Crows – and RetrospectsAnd a dissembling BreezeThat hints without assuming –An Innuendo searThat makes the Heart put up its FunAnd turn Philosopher.

How intricate the dust!I would go, to know!Oh incognito!Saucy, Saucy SeraphTo elude me so!Father! they won’t tell me,Won’t you tell them to?

Constancy with a ProvisoConstancy abhors –‘Crowns of Life’ are servile PrizesTo the stately Heart,Given for the Giving, solely,No Emolument.–‘Faithful to the end’ AmendedFrom the Heavenly clause –Lucrative indeed the offerBut the Heart withdraws –‘I will give’ the base Proviso –Spare Your ‘Crown of Life’ –Those it fits, too fair to wear it –Try it on…

‘Tis not a different time—Except for Infiniteness—And Latitude of Home—From this—experienced Here—Remove the Dates—to These—Let Months dissolve in further Months—And Years—exhale in Years—Without Debate—or Pause—Or Celebrated Days—No different Our Years would beFrom Anno Domini’s—

As Players at the KeysBefore they drop full Music on—He stuns you by degrees—Prepares your brittle NatureFor the Ethereal BlowBy fainter Hammers—further heard—Then nearer—Then so slowYour Breath has time to straighten—Your Brain—to bubble Cool—Deals—One—imperial&mda sh;Thunderbolt—That scalps your naked Soul—When Winds take Forests in the Paws—The Universe—is still—

New fingers stir the sod—A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the green—New Weary sleep below—And still the pensive Spring returns—And still the punctual snow!