Janet Holmes



1862.39 (411)

 

Mine —                 the       Election!

Mine

Mine

 

 

Mine

Mine

 

 

Mine —         A     steal!

 

 

 

 

1862.40 (412-413)

 

She           at

 

 

 

 

          Arms,

As if for         sport —

 

 

 

Her         Eyes

 

      sparkling

 

 

 

Devising     a

   force

            so deep

 

 

 

               it

Could not       be proved

 

 

              our idea

 

 

 

 

1862.41 (413-417)

 

To Him

           'tis

 

              solemn!

 

             the      Press

   Imagery

 

          Parades —

 

 

 

Flags,     a brave sight —

 

 

 

 

        triumphant —

 

 

 

 

                              He went

 

Lit with

 

 

A Power

 

              just adequate

 

 

         — an Ampler Zero —

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           Citizen

 

Who

Ignores the        News

 

 

 

The             ends

 

 

        of

 

                                lives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            put away —

 

 

By

 

 

 

 

 

 

       His

 

 

           power

 

 

 

 

 

 

1862.46 (426-429)

 

I gave Myself to

 

The solemn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

               Vision

 

               in the

    subtle            lie —

 

 

Some

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

               predicted

                 them

    do          us

                      wrong

 

We

 

 

   witness

 

A Moment

 

        fit our Vision to the Dark

And meet the

 

          larger — Darkness

 

 

 

 

The Bravest

              hit

Directly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                         know 'tis

   Glory —

 

   Glory

 

                       and

 

              Might

Assert themselves —

 

 

 

 

 

1862.47 (430-431)

 

 

 

The Lady

 

 

    peers beyond her mesh —

 

 

 

 

 

        contented —

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Think of it Lover!

             face to face

                           we'll say

 

 

 

 

How Midnight felt

How all the Clocks stopped    the World

                           'Twas so cold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             We look back

At those Old Times

 

 

             to look at

 

           Paradise