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 --