Dear Sue -
	The  Vision 
of   Immortal 
Life  has  been 
fulfilled -
How  simply  at 
the  last  the 
Fathom  comes!  
The  Passenger 
and  not  the
Sea,  we  find 
surprises  us -
Gilbert  rejoiced 
in  Secrets -
His  Life  was 
panting  with  them -
With  what  menace 

of  Light  he  cried 
"Dont  tell,  Aunt 
Emily"!   Now  my 
ascended  Playmate 
must  instruct  me.  
Show  us,  prattling 
Preceptor,  but  the 
way   to   thee!
He   knew   no 
niggard  moment -
His   Life   was 
full  of  Boon -
The  Playthings  of 
the  Dervish  were
not   so   wild 
as  his -
No  Crescent  was 
this  Creature -

He  traveled  from 
the  Full `
Such  soar,  but 
never  set -
I  see  him  in 
the  Star,  and 
meet  his  sweet 
velocity  in  every-
thing  that  flies -
His   Life   was 
like  the  Bugle, 
which  winds 
itself  away, 
his  Elegy  an 
Echo - his  Requiem 
Ecstacy -
Dawn   and 
Meridian  in  one.

 Wherefore  would 
he  wait,  wronged 
only  of  Night, 
which  he  left 
for  us -
Without  a  spec-
ulation,  our 
little  Ajax 
spans  the  whole -
Pass   to   thy 
Rendezvous   of 
Light,
Pangless  except 
for  us,
Who  slowly  ford 
the  Mystery
Which  thou  hast 
leaped   across!
   Emily -