The Soul has Bandaged moments -
   When too appalled to stir -
 She feels some ghastly Fright come up
   And stop to look at her -

Salute her, with long fingers -
   Caress her freezing hair -
 Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
   The Lover - hovered - o'er -
 Unworthy, that a thought so mean
   Accost a Theme - so - fair -

The soul has moments of escape -
   When bursting all the doors -
 She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
   And swings opon the Hours,

As do the Bee - delirious borne -
   Long Dungeoned from his Rose -
 Touch Liberty - then know no more -
   But Noon, and Paradise

The Soul's retaken moments -
   When, Felon led along,
 With shackles on the plumed feet,
   And staples, in the song,

The Horror welcomes her, again,
 These, are not brayed of Tongue -