Joy to have merited the Pain

Pardon — to look upon thy face —

With these old fashioned Eyes —

Better than new — could be — for that —

Though bought in Paradise —

Because they looked on thee before —

And thou hast looked on them —

Prove Me — My Hazel Witnesses

The features are the same —

So fleet thou wert, when present —

So infinite — when gone —

An Orient's Apparition —

Remanded of the Morn —

The Height I recollect —

'Twas even with the Hills —

The Depth upon my Soul was notched —

As Floods — on Whites of Wheels —

To Haunt — till Time have dropped

His last Decade away,

And Haunting actualize — to last

At least — Eternity —