Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Too few the mornings be,
too scant the nights.
No lodging can be had
for the delights
that come to earth to stay,
but no apartment find
and ride away.
Commenta
Too few the mornings be,
too scant the nights.
No lodging can be had
for the delights
that come to earth to stay,
but no apartment find
and ride away.
The Cat that in the corner sits
Her martial time forgot -
The rat but a tradition now
Of her desireless Lot,
Another class remind me of -
Who neither please nor play,
But - "not to make a bit of noise"
Adjure each little Boy!
A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose -
The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a "bit of noise"
Beseech each little Boy.
Step lightly on this narrow spot -
The broadest Land that grows
Is not so ample as the Breast
These Emerald Seams enclose.
Step lofty, for this name be told
As far as Cannon dwell
Or Flag subsist or Fame export
Her deathless Syllable.
The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend Or Nature - stranded then
In our Economy
Our Estimates a Scheme -
Our Ultimates a Sham -
We let go all of Time without
Arithmetic of him.
Remembrance has a Rear and Front -
'Tis something like a House -
It has a Garret also
For Refuse and the Mouse -
Besides the deepest Cellar
That ever Mason laid -
Look to it by it's Fathoms
Ourselves be not pursued.
When I hoped - I feared -
Since - I hoped - I dared
Everywhere - alone -
As a church - remain -
Ghost - may not alarm -
Serpent - may not charm -
He is King of Harm -
Who hath suffered Him.
"Remember me" implored the Thief!
Oh Hospitality!
My Guest "Today in Paradise"
I give thee guaranty.
That Courtesy will fair remain
When the Delight is Dust
With which we cite this mightiest case
Of compensated trust.
Of all we are allowed to hope
But Affidavit stands
That this was due where most we fear
Be unexpected Friends.
Of so divine a Loss
We enter but the Gain,
Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.
My God - He sees thee -
Shine thy best -
Fling up thy Balls of Gold
Till every Cubit play with thee
And every Crescent hold -
Elate the Acre at his feet -
Upon his Atom swim -
Oh Sun - but just a Second's right
In thy long Race with him!