Our journey had advanced;

In keen and quivering ratioTo the ectasty.For each beloved hourSharp pittances of years,Bitter contested farthingsAnd coffers heaped with tears.

Is Bulletins all DayFrom Immortality.The Only Shows I see—Tomorrow and Today—Perchance Eternity—The Only One I meetIs God—The Only Street—Existence—This traversedIf Other News there be—Or Admirable Show—I’ll tell it You—

It’s only fainter—by degrees—And then—it’s out of sight—A darker Ribbon—for a Day—A Crape upon the Hat—And then the pretty sunshine comes—And helps us to forget—The absent—mystic—creature—That but for love of us—Had gone to sleep—that soundest time—Without the weariness—

What of—my Music!Since the sole ear I cared to charm—Passive—as Granite—laps My Music—Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm!Would but the ‘Memnon’ of the Desert—Teach me the strainThat vanquished Him—When He—surrendered to the Sunrise—Maybe—that—would awaken—them!

Elate—a Bee—Thou’rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee’s Eternity—Content of fadingIs enough for me—Fade I unto Divinity—And Dying—Lifetime—Ample as the Eye—Her least attention raise on me—

Like hindered rubies, or the light,A sudden musket spills.The purple could not keep the east.The sunrise shook from fold.Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,The lady just unrolled.The happy winds their timbrels took;The birds in docile rows,Arranged themselves around their prince.(The wind is prince of those.)The orchard sparkled like a Jew,—How mighty ’twas to stay,A…