I never lost as much but twice - And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels - twice descending Reimbursed my store - Burglar! Banker - Father! I am poor once more.
Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings. Once more, her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question flings - Thrice to the floating casement The Patriarch's bird returned - Courage! My brave Columba! There may yet be Land!
Heart! We will forget him! You and I - tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave - I will forget the light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! Lest while you're lagging I remember him!
Keep my pledge. I was not called - Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose - I plight again - By every sainted Bee - By Daisy called from hillside - By Bobolink from lane - Blossom and I - Her oath, and mine - Will surely come again -.
Dying! Dying in the night! Wont somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow? And "Jesus"! Where is Jesus gone? They said that Jesus - always came - Perhaps he doesn't know the House - This way, Jesus, Let him pass!
Somebody run to the great gate And see if Dollie's coming! Wait! I hear her feet upon the stair! Death wont hurt - now Dollie's here!
Musicians wrestle everywhere - All day - among the crowded air I hear the silver strife - And - waking - long before the morn - Such transport breaks upon the town I think it that "New life"! It is not Bird - it has no nest - Nor "Band" - in brass and scarlet - drest - Nor Tamborin - nor Man - It is not Hymn from pulpit read - The "Morning Stars" the Treble led On Time's first afternoon!
Some - say - it is "the Spheres" - at play! Some say - that bright Majority Of vanished Dames - and Men! Some - think it service in the place Where we - with late - celestial face - Please God - shall ascertain.
In lands I never saw - they say Immortal Alps look down - Whose Bonnets touch the firmament - Whose Sandals touch the town - Meek at whose everlasting feet A Myriad Daisy play - Which, Sir, are you and which am I Upon an August day
A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon - A depth - an Azure - a perfume - Transcending extasy.
And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see -
Then vail my too inspecting face Lest such a subtle - shimmering grace Flutter too far for me -
The wizard fingers never rest - The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it's narrow bed -
Still rears the East her amber Flag - Guides still the sun along the Crag His Caravan of Red -
So looking on - the night - the morn Conclude the wonder gay - And I meet, coming thro' the dews Another summer's Day!
As Watchers hang upon the East - As Beggars revel at a feast By savory fancy spread - As Brooks in Deserts, babble sweet On Ear too far for the delight - Heaven beguiles the tired. As that same Watcher, when the East Opens the lid of Amethyst And lets the morning go - That Beggar, when an honored Guest - Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed - Heaven to us, if true.