I never felt at Home — Below —-

And in the Handsome Skies

I shall not feel at Home — I know —

I don't like Paradise —


Because it's Sunday — all the time —

And Recess — never comes —

And Eden'll be so lonesome

Bright Wednesday Afternoons —


If God could make a visit —...

The Love a Life can show Below

Is but a filament, I know,

Of that diviner thing

That faints upon the face of Noon —

And smites the Tinder in the Sun —

And hinders Gabriel's Wing —


'Tis this — in Music — hints and sways —

And far abroad on Summer days —

Distils uncertain pain...