The thought beneath so slight a film

With thee in the thirst—With thee in the Tamarind wood—Leopard breathes—at last!

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…

But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling ’twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my Witness hinder ThemIn Heavenly esteem—No Paradise could be—ConferredThrough Their beloved Blame—The Harm They did—was short—And sinceMyself—who bore it—do—Forgive Them—Even as Myself—Or else—forgive not me—

This afternoon put on –How condescending to descendAnd be of Buttercups the friendIn a New England Town –

The name They dropped upon my faceWith water, in the country churchIs finished using, now,And They can put it with my Dolls,My childhood, and the string of spools,I’ve finished threading—too—Baptized, before, without the choice,But this time, consciously, of Grace—Unto supremest name—Called to my Full—The Crescent dropped—Existence’s whole Arc, filled up,With one small Diadem.My second Rank—too…

Love Marine and Love terrene –Love celestial too –