Master.

If you saw a bullet

hit a Bird – and he told you

he was′nt shot – you might weep

at his courtesy, but you would

certainly doubt his word –

One drop more from the gash

that stains your Daisy′s

bosom – then would you believe?

Thomas′ faith in Anatomy – was

stronger than his faith in faith.

God made me – <Sir –> ↑Master↓ I did′nt

be – myself – <He>⠿I⠿ dont know how

it was done – He built the

heart in me – Bye and bye

it outgrew me – and like

the little mother – with the

big child – I got tired

holding him – I heard of a

thing called ′′Redemption′′ – which

rested men and women –

 ¦

 

You remember I asked you

for it – you gave me something

else – I forgot the Redemption

<in>  <the>  <Redeemed>  – <I did′nt>

<tell you> <for> <a> <long> <time> – <but>

<I knew> <you> <had> <altered me> – 

<I> ↑and↓was tired – no more – + <so dear

did this stranger become, that

were it, or my breath – the

alternative – I had tossed

the fellow away with a smile.>

I am older – tonight, Master –

but the love is the same –

so are the moon and the

crescent – If it had been

God′s will that I might

breathe where you breathed –

and find the place – myself –

at night – if I ↑can↓ never forget

that I am not with you –

and that sorrow and frost

are nearer than I – if I wish

 ¦

 

with a might I cannot

repress – that mine were the

Queen′s place – the love of

the – Plantagenet is my only

apology – To come nearer

than Presbyteries – and nearer than

the new coat – that the Tailor

made – the prank of the Heart

at play on the Heart – in holy

Holiday – is forbidden me –

You make me say it over –

I fear you laugh – when I do

not see – <but> ′′Chillon′′ is not

funny. Have you the Heart in

your breast – Sir – is it set

like mine – a little to the left –

has it the misgiving – if it

wake in the night – perchance –

itself to it – a timbrel is it –

itself to it a tune?

These things are <reverent>, ↑holy↓ Sir ,

I touch them <reverently>, ↑hallowed↓ but

 ¦

 

persons who pray – dare remark

<our> ′′Father′′! You say I do

not tell you all – Daisy ′′confessed –

and denied not.′′

Vesuvius dont talk – Etna – dont –

<They> ↑²↓ said a syllable – ↑¹↓ one of them –

a thousand years ago, and

Pompeii heard it, and hid

forever – She could′nt look the

world in the face, afterward –

I suppose – Bashful Pompeii!

′′Tell you of the want′′ – you

know what a leech is, dont

you – and ↑<remember that>↓ Daisy′s arm is small –

and you have felt the Horizon –

hav′nt you – and did the

sea – never come so close as

to make you dance?

I dont know what you can

do for it – thank you – Master –

 ¦

 

– but if I had the Beard on

my cheek – ↑like you –↓ and you – had Daisy′s

petals – and you cared so for

me – what would become of you?

Could you forget ↑me↓ in fight, or

flight – or the foreign land?

Could′nt Carlo, and you and I

walk in the meadows an hour –

and nobody care but the Bobolink –

and his – a silver scruple?

I used to think when I died –

I could see you – so I died

as fast as I could – but the,

′′Corporation′′ are going to <–>⠿o⠿ so <Eternity> ↑Heaven↓

wont be sequestered – <at all –> ↑now↓

Say I may wait for you –

Say I need go with no stranger

to the to me – untried <Country –> ↑fold↓

I waited a long time – Master –

but I can wait more – wait

till my hazel hair is dappled –

 ¦

 

and you carry the cane –

then I can look at my

watch – and if the Day is

too far declined – we can take

the chances <of> ↑for↓ Heaven –

What would you do with me

if I came ″in white″?

Have you the little chest – to

put the alive – in?

I want to see you more –  Sir –

than all I wish for in

this world – and the wish –

altered a little – will be my

only one – for the skies –

Could you come to New England –

<this> <Summer> – <could> ↑would↓ you come

to Amherst – Would you like

to come – Master?

<Would> <it> <do> <harm> – <yet> <we> <both>

<fear God> – Would Daisy disappoint

you – no – she would′nt – Sir –

it were comfort forever – just

 ¦

 

to look in your face, while

you looked in mine – then I

could play in the woods – till

Dark – till you take me

where Sundown can not find

us – and the true keep

coming – till the town is full.

<Will> <you> <tell> <me> <if you> <will?>

 

I did′nt think to tell you, you

did′nt come to me ″in white″,

nor ever told me why,