The Savior must have been

Accessible to thill of bee,Or cart of butterfly.If town it have, beyond itself,‘T is that I cannot say;I only sigh,–no vehicleBears me along that way.

The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me –And Frigates – in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands –Presuming Me to be a Mouse –Aground – upon the Sands –But no Man moved Me – till the TideWent past my simple Shoe –And past my Apron – and my BeltAnd past my Bodice –…

I love thee—then How well is that?As well as Jesus?Prove it meThat He—loved Men—As I—love thee—

Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And then the Pious FormThat ‘God have mercy’ on the SoulThe Jury voted Him—I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—But she, and Death, acquainted—Meet tranquilly, as…

That I was found—Shall still my transport be—That once—on me—those Jasper GatesBlazed open—suddenly—That in my awkward—gazing—face—The Angels—softly peered—And touched me with their fleeces,Almost as if they cared—I’m banished—now—you know it—How foreign that can be—You’ll know—Sir—when the Savior’s faceTurns so—away from you—

No less bereaved was IUpon a New Peninsula—The Grave preceded me—Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—And when I sought my Bed—The Grave it was reposed uponThe Pillow for my Head—I waked to find it first awake—I rose—It followed me—I tried to drop it in the Crowd—To lose it in the Sea—In Cups of artificial DrowseTo steep…