The Soul selects her own Society Then shuts the Door To her divine Majority Present no more Unmoved she notes the Chariots pausing At her low Gate Unmoved an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat I've known her from an ample nation Choose One Then close the Valves of her attention Like Stone
When Night is almost done- And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces- It's time to smooth the Hair- And get the Dimples ready- And wonder we could care For that old-faded Midnight- That frightened-but an Hour
A precious-mouldering pleasure-'tis- To meet an Antique Book- In just the Dress his Century wore- A privilege-I think- His venerable Hand to take- And warming in our own- A passage back-or two-to make- To Times when he-was young- His quaint opinions-to inspect- His thought to ascertain On Themes concern our mutual mind- The Literature of Man- What interested Scholars-most- What Competitions ran- When Plato-was a Certainty- And Sophocles-a Man- When Sappho-was a living Girl- And Beatrice wore The Gown that Dante-deified- Facts Centuries before He traverses-familiar- As One should come to Town- And tell you all your Dreams-were true- He lived-where Dreams were born- His presence is Enchantment- You beg him not to go- Old Volume shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize-just so
Mine-by the Right of the White Election! Mine-by the Royal Seal! Mine-by the Sign in the Scarlet prison- Bars-cannot conceal! Mine-here-in Vision-and in Veto! Mine-by the Grave's Repeal- Tilted-Confirmed- Delirious Charter! Mine-long as Ages steal!
You left me, sweet, two legacies,-- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.