Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.

To the failing EyeI could hold the latest Glowing—Robbed by LibertyFor Her Jugular Defences—This, too, I endured—Hint of Glory—it afforded—For the Brave Beloved—Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,Fraud of Death—to bear—It is Bounty—to Suspense’sVague Calamity—Stalking our entire PossessionOn a Hair’s result—Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—Trying if it split—

My premium—My Bliss—An Admiralty, less—A Sceptre—penniless—And Realms—just Dross—When Thrones accost my Hands—With ‘Me, Miss, Me’—I’ll unroll Thee—Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—Election—Vote—The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.

Such as Content—and Heaven—Within my income—these could lieAnd Life and I—keep even—But since the last—included both—It would suffice my PrayerBut just for One—to stipulate—And Grace would grant the Pair—And so—upon this wise—I prayed—Great Spirit—Give to meA Heaven not so large as Yours,But large enough—for me—A Smile suffused Jehovah’s face—The Cherubim—withdrew—Grave Saints stole out to look…

And took Himself, for Pay,The solemn contract of a LifeWas ratified, this way—The Wealth might disappoint—Myself a poorer proveThan this great Purchaser suspect,The Daily Own—of LoveDepreciate the Vision—But till the Merchant buy—Still Fable—in the Isles of Spice—The subtle Cargoes—lie—At least—’tis Mutual—Risk—Some—found it—Mutual Gain—Sweet Debt of Life—Each Night to owe—Insolvent—every Noon—

And what had they to do with usAnd when portentous toldWith inference appallingBy Childhood fortifiedWe thought, at least they are no worseThan they have been described.Who are ‘the Father and the Son’Did we demand Today‘The Father and the Son’ himselfWould doubtless specify –But had they the felicityWhen we desired to know.We better Friends had been,…

Put up my Heart thy Hoary workAnd take a Rosy Chair.Not any House the Flowers keep –The Birds enamor Care –Our salary the longest DayIs nothing but a Bier.