• Of whom so dear

    The name to hear

    Illumines with a Glow

    As intimate — as fugitive

    As Sunset on the snow —

  • Of Yellow was the outer Sky

    In Yellower Yellow hewn

    Till Saffron in Vermilion slid

    Whose seam could not be shewn.

  • Oh Future! thou secreted peace

    Or subterranean woe —

    Is there no wandering route of grace

    That leads away from thee —

    No circuit sage of all the course

    Descried by cunning Men

    To balk thee of thy sacred Prey —

    Advancing to thy Den —

  • Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet

    With Artery and Vein —

    Upon its fastened Lips lay words —

    Affiance it again

    To that Pink stranger we call Dust —

    Acquainted more with that

    Than with this horizontal one

    That will not lift its Hat —

  • Oh Shadow on the Grass,

    Art thou a Step or not?

    Go make thee fair my Candidate

    My nominated Heart —

    Oh Shadow on the Grass

    While I delay to guess

    Some other thou wilt consecrate —

    Oh Unelected Face —

  • Oh Sumptuous moment

    Slower go

    That I may gloat on thee —

    'Twill never be the same to starve

    Now I abundance see —


    Which was to famish, then or now —

    The difference of Day

    Ask him unto the Gallows led —

    With morning in the sky —

  • Oh what a Grace is this,

    What Majesties of Peace,

    That having breathed

    The fine — ensuing Right

    Without Diminuet Proceed!

  • Oh, honey of an hour,

    I never knew thy power,

    Prohibit me

    Till my minutest dower,

    My unfrequented flower,

    Deserving be.


  • * * *

    old acquaintance well renew

    Prospero had One Caliban & I have Two

  • Reach me down my Tycho Brahé,—I would know him when we meet,

    When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;

    He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how

    We are working to completion, working on from then till now.


    Pray, remember, that I leave you all my theory complete,

    Lacking only...