We do not play on Graves - Because there is'nt Room - Besides - it isn't even - it slants And People come - And put a Flower on it - And hang their faces so - We're fearing that their Hearts will drop - And crush our pretty play - And so we move as far As Enemies - away - Just looking round to see how far It is - Occasionally. Noi non giochiamo sulle Tombe - Perché non c'è Spazio - Inoltre - non sono piatte - pendono E la Gente arriva - E vi poggia un Fiore - E china talmente il volto - Da farci temere che i loro Cuori cadano - E schiaccino il nostro piacevole gioco - E così ce ne andiamo Via - come dai Nemici - Voltandoci appena per vedere a che distanza Sia - Di tanto in tanto -
'Tis little I - could care for Pearls - Who own the ample sea - Or Brooches - when the Emperor - With Rubies - pelteth me - Or Gold - who am the Prince of Mines - Or Diamonds - when have I A Diadem to fit a Dome - Continual upon me.
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air - Between the Heaves of Storm - The Eyes around - had wrung them dry - And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz - Between the light - and me - And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see.
He power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push His Picture - Presumptuous of Your Place - Of This - Could Man deprive Me - Himself - the Heaven excel - Whose invitation - Your's reduced Until it showed too small.
Why make it doubt - it hurts it so - So sick - to guess - So strong - to know - So brave - upon it's little Bed To tell the very last They said Unto Itself - and smile - And shake - For that dear - distant - dangerous - Sake - But - the Instead - the Pinching fear That Something - it did do - or dare - Offend the Vision - and it flee - And They no more remember me - Nor ever turn to tell me why - Oh, Master, This is Misery.
Expectation - is Contentment - Gain - Satiety - But Satiety - Conviction Of Nescessity Of an Austere trait in Pleasure - Good, without alarm Is a too established Fortune - Danger - deepens Sum.
A Plated Life - diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles - 'tis when A Value struggle - it exist - A Power - will proclaim Although Annihilation pile Whole Chaoses on Him.
This Bauble was preferred of Bees - By Butterflies admired At Heavenly - Hopeless Distances - Was justified of Bird - Did Noon - enamel - in Herself Was Summer to a Score Who only knew of Universe - It had created Her.