Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —

That knows — and does not know —

And tosses like a Fleet of Balm —

Affronted by the snow —

Invites and then retards the Truth

Lest Certainty be sere

Compared with the delicious throe

Of transport thrilled with Fear —

Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered

Every time — for Two —

So that the Sum be never hindered

Through Decay of You —


Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings —

Blame the little Hand

Happy it be for You — a Beggar's —

Seeking More — to spend —


Just to be Rich — to waste my...

That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,

And said that I was strong —

And could be mighty, if I liked —

That Day — the Days among —


Glows Central — like a Jewel

Between Diverging Golds —

The Minor One — that gleamed behind —

And Vaster — of the World's.

They won't frown always — some sweet Day

When I forget to tease —

They'll recollect how cold I looked

And how I just said "Please."


Then They will hasten to the Door

To call the little Girl

Who cannot thank Them for the Ice

That filled the lisping full.