It would never be Common –
more – I said –
Difference – had begun –
Many a bitterness – had been –
But that old sort – was done –

 

Or – if it sometime – showed –
as ′twill –
Opon the Downiest – morn –
Such bliss – had I – for all
the years –
′Twould give an easier – pain –

 

I′d so much joy – I told it – Red –
Opon my simple Cheek –
I felt it publish – in my eye –
′Twas needless – any speak –

 

I walked – as wings – my body bore –
The feet – I former used –

 ¦

Unnecessary – now to me –
As boots – would be – to Birds –

 

I put my pleasure all abroad –
I dealt a word of Gold
To every Creature – that I met –
And Dowered – all the World –

 

When – suddenly – my Riches shrank –
A Goblin – drank my Dew –
My Palaces – dropped tenantless –
Myself – was beggared – too –

 

I clutched at sounds –
I groped at shapes –
I touched the tops of Films –
I felt the Wilderness roll back
Along my Golden lines –

 

The Sackcloth – hangs opon the
nail –

 ¦

The Frock I used to wear –
But where my moment of
Brocade –
My – drop – of India?