Spencer Heath Archive

Item 580

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Original penciled -> Notebook 1040 as well as here

 

EXCURSION

My faery ship glides in her slip

With precious cargo laden

For week-end trip companionship

A very merry maiden

A pause en route for quick salute

(A furtive, formal greeting)

And then we glide up Riverside

Intent on normal eating.

A place we find just to our mind

In decor and in dish —

Delmonico’s, we may suppose, —

You, Tadpole and I, Fish.

Our hearts are rife with joy of life,

Touched by celestial fire,

And so, in turn, we, too, adjourn

Unto a level higher.

Our castle high is in the sky;

The tide is by its side;

And ships go by with prows that ply

The oceans far and wide.

 

My lamp burns low to shed its glow

Upon a bowl of roses,—

Not all their bloom could give the room

A fragrance it encloses.

Her eyes arise in glad surprise —

To roses, admiration —

Then wait again at casement pane

To note the navigation.

A playful race for Eden’s grace,

A stolen kiss despite,

A winsome smile of mimic guile,—

A quite bewitching sprite.

A little heart pressed to my breast,

A little head at rest,

A little form in my embrace,

A beatific face.

A little kiss with Eden’s bliss,

   Breath-taking in its capture,

Starts rhythmic sighs that break in cries

   Of heavenly bliss and rapture.

When mortals rise to rapturous skies

   In passion’s yearning burning,

Of bliss so high they needs must die

   But for their soon returning.

From skies above the lark of love,

His melodies expanding,

On their release falls into peace

Beyond all understanding.