The Birds reported from 
the South –
A News express to Me –
A spicy Charge, My 
little ⁺Posts –     + friends –
But  ⁺I am deaf – Today – ↓ + you must go away ↑

 

The Flowers – appealed – a 
timid Throng –
I ⁺reinforced ↓ ↓ + only sealed ↑↑ the Door –
Go blossom to the Bees – 
I said – 
And ⁺ trouble ↑ + harass ↓ Me – no More –

 

The Summer Grace, for 
notice strove –
Remote – Her best Array –
The Heart – to stimulate 
the Eye
Refused too utterly –

 

¦

 

At length, a Mourner,
like Myself,
She drew away austere –
Her frosts to ponder – 
then it was
I ⁺recollected ↓ + rose to comfort – ↑ Her –

 
She suffered Me, for I had 
mourned –
I offered Her no word –
My Witness – was the 
⁺Crape ↓↓ + Black ↑↑ I bore –
Her – Witness – was Her Dead –

 

Thenceforward – We – together 
⁺dwelt –       + walked
⁺I never questioned Her –
+ She – never questioned Me –
Nor I – Herself –
Our ⁺Contract    + Compact –
A ⁺Wiser Sympathy + Wordless –  ↓ silent – speechless – ↑