She could not live upon the Past

When I shall be ‘forgiven’—Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Head—Are out of sight—in Heaven—I think just how my lips will weigh—With shapeless—quivering—prayer—That you—so late—’Consider’ me—The ‘Sparrow’ of your Care—I mind me that of Anguish—sent—Some drifts were moved away—Before my simple bosom—broke—And why not this—if they?And so I con that thing—’forgiven’—Until& mdash;delirious—borne—By my long bright—and longer—trust—I drop…

Incomplete—to Eye—But to Faith—a RevolutionIn Locality—Unto Us—the Suns extinguish—To our Opposite—New Horizons—they embellish—Fronting Us—with Night.

Me for showingIllegitimate—Would a Smile’s minute bestowingToo exorbitantTo the LadyWith the GuineaLook—if She should knowCrumb of MineA Robin’s LarderWould suffice to stow—

Her annual secret keeps!A Lady white, within the FieldIn placid Lily sleeps!The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—Sweep vale—and hill—and tree!Prithee, My pretty Housewives!Who may expected be?The Neighbors do not yet suspect!The Woods exchange a smile!Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird—In such a little while!And yet, how still the Landscape stands!How nonchalant the Hedge!As if the ‘Resurrection’Were…

Fortune’s expensive smileIs earnedThe Father of the MineIs that old-fashioned CoinWe spurned

I was used—to the Birds—before—This—was different—’Twas Translation—Of all tunes I knew—and more—‘Twasn’t contained—like other stanza—No one could play it—the second time—But the Composer—perfect Mozart—Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme!So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden—Bubbled a better—Melody—Quaintly infer—Eve’s great surrender—Urging the feet—that would—not—fly—Children—matured—are wiser—mostly—Eden—a legend—dimly told—Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame’s story—But—I was telling a tune—I heard—Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes—When…