Scritta da: Silvana Stremiz
Today or this noon
She dwelt so close
I almost touched her
Tonight she lies
Past neighborhood
And bough and steeple
Now past surmise.
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Today or this noon
She dwelt so close
I almost touched her
Tonight she lies
Past neighborhood
And bough and steeple
Now past surmise.
The Road was lit with Moon and star -
The Trees were bright and still -
Descried I - by -the distant Light
A traveller on a Hill -
To magic Perpendiculars
Ascending, though terrene -
Unknown his shimmering ultimate -
But he indorsed the sheen.
I thought the Train would never come -
How slow the whistle sang -
I dont believe a peevish Bird
So whimpered for the Spring -
I taught my Heart a hundred times
Precisely what to say -
Provoking Lover, when you came
It's Treatise flew away
To hide my strategy too late
To wiser be too soon -
For miseries so halcyon
The happiness atone.
How soft a Caterpillar steps -
I find one on my Hand
From such a Velvet world it came -
Such plushes at command
It's soundless travels just arrest
My slow - terrestrial eye -
Intent upon it's own career -
What use has it for me.
How good his Lava Bed,
To this laborious Boy -
Who must be up to call the World
And dress the sleepy Day.
His Mind like Fabrics of the East -
Displayed to the despair
Of everyone but here and there
An humble Purchaser -
For though his price was not of Gold -
More arduous there is -
That one should comprehend the worth,
Was all the price there was.
Death is the supple Suitor
That wins at last -
It is a stealthy Wooing
Conducted first
By pallid innuendoes
And dim approach
But brave at last with Bugles
And a bisected Coach
It bears away in triumph
To Troth unknown
And Kinsmen as divulgeless
As throngs of Down.
A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair -
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had hastened to Decade -
But Time had added, not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible -
Too obdurate - for Snows.
A Chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies -
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize -
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee -
Though all mankind do anchor here
From whatsoever Sea.
To mend each tattered Faith
There is a needle fair
Though no appearance indicate -
'Tis threaded in the Air -
And though it do not wear
As if it never Tore
'Tis very comfortable indeed
And spacious as before.