Could mortal Lip divine The elemental Freight Of a delivered Syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight - The Prey of Unknown Zones - The Pillage of the Sea The Tabernacles of the Minds That told the Truth to me.
The Fact that Earth is Heaven - Whether Heaven is Heaven or not If not an Affidavit Of that specific Spot Not only must confirm us That it is not for us But that it would affront us To dwell in such a place.
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun - It's Toils to Brindled People thrust - It's Triumphs - to the Bin - Accosted by a timid Bird Irresolute of Alms - Is often seen - but seldom felt, On our New England Farms.
Bees are Black - with Gilt Surcingles - Buccaneers of Buzz - Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz - Fuzz ordained - not Fuzz contingent - Marrows of the Hill. Jugs - a Universe's fracture Could not jar or spill.
March is the Month of Expectation. The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness - But pompous Joy Betrays us, as his first Betrothal Betrays a Boy.