1The Soul has Bandaged moments —
2When too appalled to stir —
3She feels some ghastly Fright come up
4And stop to look at her —
5Salute her, with long fingers —
6Caress her freezing hair —
7Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
8The Lover — hovered — o'er —
9Unworthy, that a thought so mean
10Accost a Theme — so — fair —
11The soul has moments of escape —
12When bursting all the doors —
13She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
14And swings upon the Hours,
15As do the Bee — delirious borne —
16Long Dungeoned from his Rose —
17Touch Liberty — then know no more —
18But Noon, and Paradise —
19The Soul's retaken moments —
20When, Felon led along,
21With shackles on the plumed feet,
22And staples, in the song,
23The Horror welcomes her, again,
24These, are not brayed of Tongue —
1The Soul has Bandaged moments —
2When too appalled to stir —
3She feels some ghastly Fright come up
4And stop to look at her —
5Salute her, with long fingers —
6Caress her freezing hair —
7Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
8The Lover — hovered — o'er —
9Unworthy, that a thought so mean
10Accost a Theme — so — fair —
11The soul has moments of escape —
12When bursting all the doors —
13She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
14And swings upon the Hours,
15As do the Bee — delirious borne —
16Long Dungeoned from his Rose —
17Touch Liberty — then know no more —
18But Noon, and Paradise —
19The Soul's retaken moments —
20When, Felon led along,
21With shackles on the plumed feet,
22And staples, in the song,
23The Horror welcomes her, again,
24These, are not brayed of Tongue —
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 upon 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 —
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