I think I was enchanted
When first a ⁺somber Girl –
I read that Foreign Lady –
The Dark – felt beautiful –

 

And whether it was noon
at night –
Or only Heaven – at noon –
For very Lunacy of Light
I had not power to tell –

 

The Bees – became as
Butterflies –
The Butterflies – as ⁺ Swans –
Approached – and spurned
the narrow Grass –
And just the ⁺meanest Tunes

 

That Nature murmured to
herself
To keep herself in Cheer –

 

 ¦

 

I took for Giants – practising
Titanic Opera –

 

The Days – to Mighty Metres
stept –
The Homeliest – adorned

As if unto a ⁺Jubilee
′Twere suddenly ⁺ confirmed –

 

I could not have defined the
change –
Conversion of the Mind
Like Sanctifying in the Soul –
Is witnessed – not explained –

 

′Twas a Divine Insanity –
The ⁺Danger to be sane
Should I again experience –
′Tis Antidote to turn –

 

 ¦

 

To Tomes of Solid Witchcraft –
Magicians be asleep –
But Magic – hath an element –
Like Deity – to keep –

 

+ little Girl   + As Moons –
lit up the low – inferior Grass –
+ Common Tunes – faintest –
+ Sacrament + ordained + Sorrow