• He ate and drank the precious Words —

    He ate and drank the precious Words —

    His Spirit grew robust —

    He knew no more that he was poor,

    Nor that his frame was Dust —


    He danced along the dingy Days

    And this Bequest of Wings

    Was but a Book — What Liberty

    A loosened spirit brings —

  • Precious to Me — She still shall be —

    Precious to Me — She still shall be —

    Though She forget the name I bear —

    The fashion of the Gown I wear —

    The very Color of My Hair —


    So like the Meadows — now —

    I dared to show a Tress of Theirs

    If haply — She might not despise

    A Buttercup's Array —


    I know the Whole...