I’m nobody! Who are you?

I fear a Silent Man—Haranguer—I can overtake—Or Babbler—entertain—But He who weigheth—While the Rest—Expend their furthest pound—Of this Man—I am wary—I fear that He is Grand—

The Dimples ran along—And still it hurt you, as some BirdDid hoist herself, to sing,Then recollect a Ball, she got—And hold upon the Twig,Convulsive, while the Music broke—Like Beads—among the Bog—

Two—be finished using—Well enough for Schools—But for Minor Choosing—Life—just—or Death—Or the Everlasting—More—would be too vastFor the Soul’s Comprising—

Whole Pools of it—I’m used to that—But the least push of JoyBreaks up my feet—And I tip—drunken—Let no Pebble—smile—‘Twas the New Liquor—That was all!Power is only Pain—Stranded, thro’ Discipline,Till Weights—will hang—Give Balm—to Giants—And they’ll wilt, like Men—Give Himmaleh—They’ll Carry—Him!

Should be the Art—To save—Through Skill obtained in Themselves—The Science of the GraveNo Man can understandBut He that hath enduredThe Dissolution—in Himself—That Man—be qualifiedTo qualify DespairTo Those who failing new—Mistake Defeat for Death—Each time—Till acclimated—to—

Was like the stillness in the airBetween the heaves of storm.The eyes beside had wrung them dry,And breaths were gathering sureFor that last onset, when the kingBe witnessed in his power.I willed my keepsakes, signed awayWhat portion of me ICould make assignable,–and thenThere interposed a fly,With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,Between the light and me;And then…