A loss of something ever felt I --

A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children I notwithstanding went about As one bemoaning a Dominion Itself the only Prince cast out --

Elder, Today, a session wiser And fainter, too, as Wiseness is -- I find myself still softly searching For my Delinguent Palaces --

And a Suspicion, like a Finger Touches my Forehead now and then That I am looking oppositely For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven --