The Soul has Bandaged moments —

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 let along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples in the song,

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