The Child's faith is new —
Whole — like His Principle —
Wide — like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes —
Never had a Doubt —
Laughs — at a Scruple —
Believes all sham
But Paradise —
Credits the World —
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovereignties —
...
The Clock strikes one that just struck two —
Some schism in the Sum —
A Vagabond for Genesis
Has wrecked the Pendulum —
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
The Thunder crumbled like a stuff
How good to be in Tombs
Where Nature's Temper cannot reach
Nor vengance ever comes
The Clover's simple Fame
Remembered of the Cow —
Is better than enameled Realms
Of notability.
Renown perceives itself
And that degrades the Flower —
The Daisy that has looked behind
Has compromised its power —
The Color of a Queen, is this —
The Color of a Sun
At setting — this and Amber —
Beryl — and this, at Noon —
And when at night — Auroran widths
Fling suddenly on men —
'Tis this — and Witchcraft — nature keeps
A Rank — for Iodine —
The Color of the Grave is Green —
The Outer Grave — I mean —
You would not know it from the Field —
Except it own a Stone —
To help the fond — to find it —
Too infinite asleep
To stop and tell them where it is —
But just a Daisy — deep —
The Color of the Grave is white...
The competitions of the sky
Corrodeless ply.
TOIL on! toil on! ye ephemeral train,
Who build in the tossing and treacherous main
Toil on! for the wisdom of man ye mock,
With your sand-based structures and domes of rock,
Your columns the fathomless fountains' lave,
And your arches spring up to the crested wave;
Ye're a puny race thus to boldly...
The Court is far away —
No Umpire — have I —
My Sovereign is offended —
To gain his grace — I'd die!
I'll seek his royal feet —
I'll say — Remember — King —
Thou shalt — thyself — one day — a Child —
Implore a larger — thing —
That Empire — is of Czars —
As...
The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.
The low Grass loaded with the Dew
The Twilight stood, as Strangers do
With Hat in Hand, polite and new
To stay as if, or go.
A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom...