To put this World down, like a Bundle - And walk steady, away, Requires Energy - possibly Agony - 'Tis the Scarlet way Trodden with straight renunciation By the Son of God - Later, his faint Confederates Justify the Road -
Flavors of that old Crucifixion - Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed - Strong Clusters, from Barabbas'Tomb -
Sacrament, Saints partook before us - Patent, every drop, With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker Who enforced the Cup.
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow - It suits his own Austerity - And satisfies an awe That men, must slake in Wilderness - And in the Desert - cloy - An hunger for the Hoar, the Bald - Lapland's - necessity -
The Hemlock's nature thrives - on cold - The Gnash of Northern winds Is sweetest nutriment - to him - His best Norwegian Wines -
To satin Races - he is nought - But Children on the Don, Beneath his Tabernacles, play, And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.
Departed - to the Judgment - A Mighty - Afternoon - Great Clouds - like Ushers - leaning - Creation - looking on - The Flesh - Surrendered - Cancelled - The Bodiless - begun - Two Worlds - like Audiences - disperse - And leave the Soul - alone.
Sweet - You forgot - but I remembered Every time - for Two - So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You - Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings - Blame the little Hand Happy it be for You - a Beggar's - Seeking More - to spend -
Just to be Rich - to waste my Guineas On so Best a Heart - Just to be Poor - for Barefoot Vision You - Sweet - Shut me out.
The Martyr Poets - did not tell - But wrought their Pang in syllable - That when their mortal name be numb - Their mortal fate - encourage Some - The Martyr Painters - never spoke - Bequeathing - rather - to their Work - That when their conscious fingers cease - Some seek in Art - the Art of Peace -.
I fear a Man of frugal Speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand.
I had no Cause to be awake - My Best - was gone to sleep - And Morn a new politeness took - And failed to wake them up - But called the others - clear - And passed their Curtains by - Sweet Morning - When I oversleep - Knock - Recollect - to Me -
I looked at Sunrise - Once - And then I looked at Them - And wishfulness in me arose - For Circumstance the same -
'Twas such an Ample Peace - It could not hold a Sigh - 'Twas Sabbath - with the Bells divorced - 'Twas Sunset - all the Day -
So choosing but a Gown - And taking but a Prayer - The only Raiment I should need - I struggled - and was There.
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas - Just at noon - no later - Sweet - Then - the License closes - Some such Rose - express - and pass - Subject to Your Plucking - As the Stars - You knew last Night - Foreigners - This Morning.
I took my Power in my Hand - And went against the World - 'Twas not so much as David - had - But I - was twice as bold - I aimed by Pebble - but Myself Was all the one that fell - Was it Goliath - was too large - Or was myself - too small?