A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr
In contrast with the things that s
Not Birds entirely– but Minds –
Minute Effulgencies and Winds -
When what they sung for is undone

183
I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said—
Yet held my breath, the while—

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet now I know how the heather lo
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,

155
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft—yieldeth me—
If any ask me why—
’Twere easier to die—

992
The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Soun
Like Balls upon a Floor—

I DIED for beauty, but was scarc
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was la
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed

345
Funny’—to be a Century’—
And see the People’—going by’—
I’—should die of the Oddity’—
But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He

Part One: Life
I CAN wade grief,
Whole pools of it,—
I ’m used to that.
But the least push of joy

Revolution is the Pod
Systems rattle from
When the Winds of Will are stirre
Excellent is Bloom
But except its Russet Base

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly