Taking up the fair Ideal,
Just to cast her down
When a fracture — we discover —
Or a splintered Crown —
Makes the Heavens portable —
And the Gods — a lie —
Doubtless — "Adam" — scowled at Eden —
For his perjury!
Cherishing — our pool Ideal —
Till in purer dress...
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
The foliage of the mind
A Tabernacle is for Birds
Of no corporeal kind
And winds do go that way at noon
To their Ethereal Homes
Whose Bugles call the least of us
To undepicted Realms
Oh! the circus swooped down
On the Narrabri town,
For the Narrabri populace moneyed are;
And the showman he smiled
At the folk he beguiled
To come all the distance from Gunnedah.
But a juvenile smart,
Who objected to "part",
Went in on the nod, and to do it he
...
Teach Him — When He makes the names —
Such an one — to say —
On his babbling — Berry — lips —
As should sound — to me —
Were my Ear — as near his nest —
As my thought — today —
As should sound —
"Forbid us not" —
Some like "Emily."
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
* * *
Terror in the house does roar
But Pity stands before the door
That after Horror — that 'twas us —
That passed the mouldering Pier —
Just as the Granite Crumb let go —
Our Savior, by a Hair —
A second more, had dropped too deep
For Fisherman to plumb —
The very profile of the Thought
Puts Recollection numb —
The possibility — to...
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.
That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived — Enough —
That I shall love alway —
I argue thee
That love is life —
And life hath Immortality —
This — dost thou doubt — Sweet —
Then have I
Nothing to show
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