The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours

A Light Exists In Spring Not Present In The Year At Any Other Period When March Is Scarcely Here.

He Fumbles At Your Spirit As Players At The Keys Before They Drop Full Music On; He Stuns You By Degrees. Prepares Your Brittle Substance For The Ethereal Blow By Fainter Hammers, Further Heard, Then Nearer, Then So Slow Your Breath Has Time To Straighten Your Brain To Bubble Cool,- Deals One Imperial Thunderbolt That Scalps Your Naked Soul.

The Soul Unto Itself Is An Imperial Friend, - Or The Most Agonizing Spy - An Enemy - Could Send -

Assent - And You Are Sane - Demur - And You're Straightaway Dangerous - And Handled With A Chain.

The Soul Selects Her Own Society, Then Shuts The Door; On Her Divine Majority Obtrude No More.