Summer laid her simple Hat On it's boundless shelf - Unobserved - a Ribin slipt Fasten it yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In it's sylvan Drawer - Wheresoe'er - as was she - The Affair of Awe.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.