The Soul Has Bandaged Moments

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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