We can but follow to the Sun —

As oft as He go down

He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind —

'Tis mostly — following —


We go no further with the Dust

Than to the Earthen Door —

And then the Panels are reversed —

And we behold — no more.

We do not play on Graves —

Because there isn't Room —

Besides — it isn't even — it slants

And People come —


And put a Flower on it —

And hang their faces so —

We're fearing that their Hearts will drop —

And crush our pretty play —


And so we move as far

As...

We grow accustomed to the Dark —

When light is put away —

As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp

To witness her Goodbye —


A Moment — We uncertain step

For newness of the night —

Then — fit our Vision to the Dark —

And meet the Road — erect —


And so of larger — Darkness —...

We knew not that we were to live —

Nor when — we are to die —

Our ignorance — our cuirass is —

We wear Mortality

As lightly as an Option Gown

Till asked to take it off —

By his intrusion, God is known —

It is the same with Life —