Not that We did, shall be the test
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We would
Had We diviner been —
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Of Nature I shall have enough
When I have entered these
Entitled to a Bumble bee's
Familiarities. -
Precious to Me — She still shall be —
Though She forget the name I bear —
The fashion of the Gown I wear —
The very Color of My Hair —
So like the Meadows — now —
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply — She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array —
I know the Whole...Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried —
The Poet searched Philology
And when about to ring
For the suspended Candidate
There came unsummoned in —
That portion of the Vision
The Word...We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
Of that, there is no doubt.
But the Arc of a Lover's conjecture
Eludes the finding out.What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me — any more!
Dungeons can call — and Guns implore
Unmeaning...What shall I do when the Summer troubles —
What, when the Rose is ripe —
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup
Drop a Tune on me —
When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup
What will become of me?
Oh, when...What shall I do — it whimpers so —
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start —
And yet, it will not go —
Would you untie it, were you me —
Would it stop whining — if to Thee —
I sent it — even now?
It should not tease you —
By your chair — or,...