There's the Battle of Burgoyne - Over, every Day, By the Time that Man and Beast Put their work away - "Sunset" sounds majestic - But that solemn War Could you comprehend it You would chastened stare.
The Lightning is a yellow Fork From Tables in the sky By inadvertent fingers dropt The awful Cutlery Of mansions never quite disclosed And never quite concealed The Apparatus of the Dark To ignorance revealed.
On the World you colored Morning painted rose - Idle his Vermillion Aimless 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.
Nature affects to be sedate Upon occasion, grand But let our observation shut Her practices extend To Necromancy and the Trades Obscure to understand Behold our spacious Citizen Unto a Juggler turned.
As old as Woe - How old is that? Some Eighteen thousand years - As old as Joy How old is that They are of equal years - Together chiefest they are found But seldom side by side - From neither of them thò he try Can Human nature hide.
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 offence 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 -
It troubled me as once I was - For I was once a Child - Concluding how an atom - fell - And yet the Heavens - held - The Heavens weighed the most - by far - Yet Blue - and solid - stood - Without a Bolt - that I could prove - Might Giants - understand?
Life set me larger - problems - Some I shall keep - to solve Till Algebra is easier - Or simpler proved - above -
Then - too - be comprehended - What sorer - puzzled me - Why Heaven did not break away - And tumble - Blue - on me.
There is a pain - so utter - It swallows Being up - Then covers the Abyss with Trance - So Memory can step Around - across - upon it - As One within a Swoon - Goes safely - where an open eye - Would drop Him - Bone by Bone.
Three times - we parted - Breath - and I - Three times - He would not go - But strove to stir the flickering fan The Waters - strove to stay. Three Times - the Billows threw me up - Then caught me - like a Ball - Then made Blue faces in my face - And pushed away a sail
That crawled Leagues off - I liked to see - For thinking - While I die - How pleasant to behold a Thing Where Human faces - be -
The Waves grew sleepy - Breath - did not - The Winds - like Children - lulled - Then Sunrise kissed my Chrysalis - And I stood up - and lived.
It always felt to me - a wrong To that Old Moses - done - To let him see - the Canaan - Without the entering - And tho' in soberer moments - No Moses there can be I'm satisfied - the Romance In point of injury -
Surpasses sharper stated - Of Stephen - or of Paul - For these - were only put to death - While God's adroiter will
On Moses - seemed to fasten In tantalizing Play As Boy - should deal with lesser Boy - To show supremacy -
The fault - was doubtless Israel's - Myself - had banned the Tribes - And ushered Grand Old Moses In Pentateuchal Robes
Upon the Broad Possession 'Twas little - He should see - Old Man on Nebo! Late as this - My justice bleeds - for Thee!