From his slim Palace in the Dust
He relegates the Realm,
More loyal for the exody
That has befallen him.

I cannot want it more --
I cannot want it less --
My Human Nature's fullest force
Expends itself on this.

And yet it nothing is
To him who easy owns --
Is Worth itself or Distance
He fathoms who obtains.

I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
It would not sound so deep
Were it a Firmamental Product --
Airs no Oceans keep --
Mediterranean intonations --
To a Current's Ear --
There is a maritime conviction
In the Atmosphere --

Not One by Heaven defrauded stay --
Although he seem to steal
He restitutes in some sweet way
Secreted in his will --

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone --
A Whip so small you could not see it
I've known

To lash the Magic Creature
Till it fell,
Yet that Whip's Name
Too noble then to tell.

Magnanimous as Bird
By Boy descried --
Singing unto the Stone
Of which it died --

Shame need not crouch
In such an Earth as Ours --
Shame -- stand erect --
The Universe is yours.

Recollect the Face of me
When in thy Felicity,
Due in Paradise today
Guest of mine assuredly --

Other Courtesies have been --
Other Courtesy may be --
We commend ourselves to thee
Paragon of Chivalry.

Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --
Upon a tasteless meat
Alone -- too acrid -- but combined
An edible Delight.

That short -- potential stir
That each can make but once --
That Bustle so illustrious
'Tis almost Consequence --

Is the eclat of Death --
Oh, thou unknown Renown
That not a Beggar would accept
Had he the power to spurn --

The Day she goes
Or Day she stays
Are equally supreme --
Existence has a stated width
Departed, or at Home --

The Infinite a sudden Guest
Has been assumed to be --
But how can that stupendous come
Which never went away?

The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here --
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.

Not any House the Flowers keep --
The Birds enamor Care --
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.

This dirty -- little -- Heart
Is freely mine.
I won it with a Bun --
A Freckled shrine --

But eligibly fair
To him who sees
The Visage of the Soul
And not the knees.

To break so vast a Heart
Required a Blow as vast --
No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight --
'Twas undeserved Blast --

Warm in her Hand these accents lie
While faithful and afar
The Grace so awkward for her sake
Its fond subjection wear --

When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee --
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he --

What he begged is then the Beggar --
Oh disparity --
Bread of Heaven resents bestowal
Like an obloquy --

Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Neither -- said the Moon --
That is best which is not -- Achieve it --
You efface the Sheen.

Not of detention is Fruition --
Shudder to attain.
Transport's decomposition follows --
He is Prism born.

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World --

Generic as a Quarry
And hearty -- as a Rose --
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.