Witchcraft has not a pedigree,

May yet a transport be—Though God forbid it lift the lid—Unto its Ecstasy!A Diagram—of Rapture!A sixpence at a Show—With Holy Ghosts in Cages!The Universe would go!

What merit have the TuneNo Breakfast if it guarantyThe Rose content may bloomTo gain renown of Lady’s DrawerBut if the Lady comeBut once a Century, the RoseSuperfluous become—

‘How doth the busy bee,’‘Dum vivimus vivamus,’I stay mine enemy!Oh ‘veni, vidi, vici!’Oh caput cap-a-pie!And oh ‘memento mori’When I am far from thee!Hurrah for Peter Parley!Hurrah for Daniel Boone!Three cheers, sir, for the gentlemanWho first observed the moon!Peter, put up the sunshine;Patti, arrange the stars;Tell Luna, tea is waiting,And call your brother Mars!Put down the…

‘Twas an everyday affair—Long ago as Christ and Peter—‘Warmed them’ at the ‘Temple fire.’‘Thou wert with him’—quoth ‘the Damsel’?‘No’—said Peter, ’twasn’t me—Jesus merely ‘looked’ at Peter—Could I do aught else—to Thee?

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 –…

Not want of friend occasions itOr circumstances of LotBut nature, sometimes, sometimes thoughtAnd whoso it befallIs richer than could be revealedBy mortal numeral