So I pull my Stockings off

Wading in the Water

For the Disobedience' Sake

Boy that lived for "or'ter"


Went to Heaven perhaps at Death

And perhaps he didn't

Moses wasn't fairly used —

Ananias wasn't —

So much of Heaven has gone from Earth

That there must be a Heaven

If only to enclose the Saints

To Affidavit given.


The Missionary to the Mole

Must prove there is a Sky

Location doubtless he would plead

But what excuse have I?


Too much of Proof affronts Belief
...

So proud she was to die

It made us all ashamed

That what we cherished, so unknown

To her desire seemed —

So satisfied to go

Where none of us should be

Immediately — that Anguish stooped

Almost to Jealousy —

So the Eyes accost — and sunder

In an Audience —

Stamped — occasionally — forever —

So may Countenance


Entertain — without addressing

Countenance of One

In a Neighboring Horizon —

Gone — as soon as known —