I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen—
I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
Teach Him—When He makes the names—
Such an one—to say—
I cannot live with You--
It would be Life--
And Life is over there--
Behind the Shelf
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
I don't care for pouting skies!