If I can stop one heart from breaking,

And grateful that a thingSo terrible—had been endured—I told my Soul to sing—She said her Strings were snapt—Her Bow—to Atoms blown—And so to mend her—gave me workUntil another Morn—And then—a Day as hugeAs Yesterdays in pairs,Unrolled its horror in my face—Until it blocked my eyes—My Brain—begun to laugh—I mumbled—like a fool—And tho’ ’tis Years ago—that…

‘Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—‘Warmed them’ at the ‘Temple fire.’‘Thou wert with him’—quoth ‘the Damsel’?‘No’—said Peter, ’twasn’t me—Jesus merely ‘looked’ at Peter—Could I do aught else—to Thee?

Assists the staggering MindIn an extremer AnguishUntil it footing find.An Unreality is lent,A merciful MirageThat makes the living possibleWhile it suspends the lives.

I’m coming Home—Day—got tired of Me—How could I—of Him?Sunshine was a sweet place—I liked to stay—But Morn—didn’t want me—now—So—Goodnight—Day!I can look—can’t I—When the East is Red?The Hills—have a way—then—That puts the Heart—abroad—You—are not so fair—Midnight—I chose—Day—But—please take a little Girl—He turned away!

Accredited—Today—Will in a second Future—Cease to identify—This Mind, and its measure—A too minute AreaFor its enlarged inspection’sComparison—appear—This World, and its speciesA too concluded showFor its absorbed Attention’sRemotest scrutiny—

Because—The Wind does not require the GrassTo answer—Wherefore when He passShe cannot keep Her place.Because He knows—andDo not You—And We know not—Enough for UsThe Wisdom it be so—The Lightning—never asked an EyeWherefore it shut—when He was by—Because He knows it cannot speak—And reasons not contained——Of Talk—There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—Because He’s Sunrise—and I…