We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more —
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?
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We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke —
We were listening to the seconds' Races
And the Hoofs of the Clock —
Pausing in Front of our Palsied Faces
Time compassion took —
Arks of Reprieve he offered to us —
Ararats — we took — -
We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act —
And later — when we die —
A little Water supplicate —
Of fingers going by —
It intimates the finer want —
Whose adequate supply
Is that Great Water in the West —
Termed Immortality — -
We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday
Adjourns her sigh — -
We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —
'Tisn't all Hock — with us —
Life has its Ale —
But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy —
We chant — for cheer — when the Wines — fail —
Do we "get drunk"?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we "beat" our "Wife"?
I — never wed —
Bee...We'll pass without the parting
So to spare
Certificate of Absence —
Deeming where
I left Her I could find Her
If I tried —
This way, I keep from missing
Those that died.Were it but Me that gained the Height —
Were it but They, that failed!
How many things the Dying play
Might they but live, they would!Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime —
How rapid, how momentous —
What exigencies were —
But nature will be ready
And have an hour to spare.
To make some trifle fairer
That was too fair...What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —
What care the Dead for Day?
'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face —
And Purple Ribaldry — of Morning
Pour as blank on them
As on the Tier of Wall
The Mason builded, yesterday,
And equally as cool —
What care the Dead for Summer?...What did They do since I saw Them?
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness
That could I snatch Their Faces
That could Their lips reply
Not till the last was answered
Should They start for the Sky.
Not if Their Party were waiting,...