SO, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away;
Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this,
And let ourselves benight our happiest day.
We ask none leave to love; nor will we owe
...
Extol thee — could I? Then I will
By saying nothing new —
But just the truest truth
That thou art heavenly.
Perceiving thee is evidence
That we are of the sky
Partaking thee a guaranty
Of immortality
Facts by our side are never sudden
Until they look around
And then they scare us like a spectre
Protruding from the Ground —
The height of our portentous Neighbor
We never know —
Till summoned to his recognition
By an Adieu —
Adieu for whence
The sage...
"Faith" is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
Faith — is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not —
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it were rocked in Steel
With Arms of Steel at either side —
It joins — behind the Veil
To what, could We presume
The...
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
'Twould undermine the Sill
To which my Faith pinned Block by Block
Her Cedar Citadel.
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer's Corn —
Men eat of it and die.
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names —
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes —