No brigadier throughout the year

By force of its Result—Affliction is inferredBy subsequent effect—If when the sun reveal,The Garden keep the Gash—If as the Days resumeThe wilted countenanceCannot correct the creaseOr counteract the stain—Presumption is VitalityWas somewhere put in twain.

And one, a hedge away.There’s only one recorded,But both belong to me.One came the road that I came—And wore my last year’s gown—The other, as a bird her nest,Builded our hearts among.She did not sing as we did—It was a different tune—Herself to her a musicAs Bumble bee of June.Today is far from Childhood—But up…

It’s sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some manner of the Hair—A prank nobody knew but themLost, in the Sepulchre—How warm, they were, on such a day,You almost feel the date—So short way off it seems—And now—they’re Centuries from that—How pleased they were, at…

Without—Tremendous gain—That Stop-sensation—on my Soul—And Thunder—in the Room—I got so I could walk acrossThat Angle in the floor,Where he turned so, and I turned—how—And all our Sinew tore—I got so I could stir the Box—In which his letters grewWithout that forcing, in my breath—As Staples—driven through—Could dimly recollect a Grace—I think, they call it ‘God’—Renowned…

The Absence of an Eye—Except its Mind accompanyAbridge SocietyAs slightly as the Routes of Stars—Ourselves—asleep below—We know that their superior EyesInclude Us—as they go—

And smooth she rustles far and wideThrough all the voiceful countryside.Through all the land her tale she tells;She spins, she tosses, she compelsThe kites, the clouds, the windmill sailsAnd all the trees in all the dales.God calls us, and the day preparesWith nimble, gay and gracious airs:And from Penzance to MaidenheadThe roads last night He…