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 don't cry — Tim and I,
We are far too grand —
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend —
Then we hide our brave face
Deep in our hand —
Not to cry — Tim and I —
We are far too grand —
Nor to dream — he and me —
Do we condescend —
We...
We dream — it is good we are dreaming —
It would hurt us — were we awake —
But since it is playing — kill us,
And we are playing — shriek —
What harm? Men die — externally —
It is a truth — of Blood —
But we — are dying in Drama —
And Drama — is never dead —
Cautious...
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 hail the day—the glorious day
Which gave a nation birth;
Where Freedom could her wand display
Among the powers of earth.
Chorus
All hail—all hail! to th’ Stars and Stripes,
The banner wide unfurled—
Here high amid our mountain sky,
...
We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes
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 —
We learn it in Retreating
How vast an one
Was recently among us —
A Perished Sun
Endear in the departure
How doubly more
Than all the Golden presence
It was — before —
We learned the Whole of Love —
The Alphabet — the Words —
A Chapter — then the mighty Book —
Then — Revelation closed —
But in Each Other's eyes
An Ignorance beheld —
Diviner than the Childhood's —
And each to each, a Child —
Attempted to expound
What...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or Accident
Like paragraphs of Wind
If we had ventured less
The Breeze were not so fine
That reaches to our utmost Hair
Its Tentacles divine.