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MESSENGER LEAVES.
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To You, Whoever You Are.
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of
dreams,
I fear those realities are to melt from under your feet
and hands;
Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade,
manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate
away from you,
Your true Soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs—out of commerce,
shops, law, science, work, farms, clothes, the
house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating,
drinking, suffering, dying.
2.Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you,
that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none
better than you.
3. O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabbed nothing but you, I should have
chanted nothing but you.
