A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became -
Each bright Mortality
The Forfeit is of Creature fair
Itself, adored before
Submitting for our unknown sake
To be esteemed no more --

Distance -- is not the Realm of Fox
Nor by Relay of Bird
Abated -- Distance is
Until thyself, Beloved.

Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today
Whose having lived is held by us in noble Holiday
Without the date, like Consciousness or Immortality --

Some Days retired from the rest
In soft distinction lie
The Day that a Companion came
Or was obliged to die

Best Witchcraft is Geometry
To the magician's mind --
His ordinary acts are feats
To thinking of mankind.

Great Streets of silence led away
To Neighborhoods of Pause --
Here was no Notice -- no Dissent
No Universe -- no laws --

By Clocks, 'twas Morning, and for Night
The Bells at Distance called --
But Epoch had no basis here
For Period exhaled.

He is alive, this morning --
He is alive -- and awake --
Birds are resuming for Him --
Blossoms -- dress for His Sake.
Bees -- to their Loaves of Honey
Add an Amber Crumb
Him -- to regale -- Me -- Only --
Motion, and am dumb.

Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
Phantoms entered "and not you."

The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.
But when all Space has been beheld
And all Dominion shown
The smallest Human Heart's extent
Reduces it to none.

God made no act without a cause,
Nor heart without an aim,
Our inference is premature,
Our premises to blame.

Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked --
Our final interview.

Contained in this short Life
Are magical extents
The soul returning soft at night
To steal securer thence

As Children strictest kept
Turn soonest to the sea
Whose nameless Fathoms slink away
Beside infinity

Of Paul and Silas it is said
There were in Prison laid
But when they went to take them out
They were not there instead.

Security the same insures
To our assaulted Minds --
The staple must be optional
That an Immortal binds.

Alone and in a Circumstance
Reluctant to be told
A spider on my reticence
Assiduously crawled

And so much more at Home than I
Immediately grew
I felt myself a visitor
And hurriedly withdrew

Revisiting my late abode
With articles of claim
I found it quietly assumed
As a Gymnasium
Where Tax asleep and Title off
The inmates of the Air
Perpetual presumption took
As each were special Heir --
If any strike me on the street
I can return the Blow --

If any take my property
According to the Law
The Statute is my Learned friend
But what redress can be
For an offense nor here nor there
So not in Equity --
That Larceny of time and mind
The marrow of the Day
By spider, or forbid it Lord
That I should specify.

As old as Woe --
How old is that?
Some eighteen thousand years --
As old as Bliss
How old is that
They are of equal years

Together chiefest they ard found
But seldom side by side
From neither of them tho' he try
Can Human nature hide

Lest they should come -- is all my fear
When sweet incarcerated here

Nature affects to be sedate
Upon occasion, grand
But let our observation shut
Her practices extend

To Necromancy and the Trades
Remote to understand
Behold our spacious Citizen
Unto a Juggler turned --

On the World you colored
Morning painted rose --
Idle his Vermillion
Aimlessly crept the Glows
Over Realms of Orchards
I the Day before
Conquered with the Robin --
Misery, how fair
Till your wrinkled Finger
Shored the sun away
Midnight's awful Pattern
In the Goods of Day --