Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand -

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.