foo

I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -

Life's little duties do - precisely -

As the very least

Were infinite - to me -

I put new Blossoms in the Glass -

And throw the old - away -

I push a petal from my gown

That anchored there - I weigh

The time 'twill be till six o'clock

I have so much to do -

And yet - Existence - some way back -

Stopped - struck - my ticking - through -

We cannot put Ourself away

As a completed Man

Or Woman - When the Errand's done

We came to Flesh - upon -

There may be - Miles on Miles of Nought -

Of Action - sicker far -

To simulate - is stinging work -

To cover what we are

From Science - and from Surgery -

Too Telescopic Eyes

To bear on us unshaded -

For their - sake - not for Ours -

Twould start them -

We - could tremble -

But since we got a Bomb -

And held it in our Bosom -

Nay - Hold it - it is calm -

Therefore - we do life's labor -

Though life's Reward - be done -

With scrupulous exactness -

To hold our Senses - on -