Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.
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Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
Your Vision — was in June —
And when Your little Lifetime failed,
I wearied — too — of mine —
And overtaken in the Dark —
Where You had put me down —
By Some one carrying a Light —
I — too — received the Sign.
'Tis true — Our...Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight —
Affords a Bliss like Murder —
Omnipotent — Acute —
We will not drop the Dirk —
Because We love the Wound
The Dirk Commemorate — Itself
Remind Us that we died.We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes