‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me

‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me—

An Ancient fashioned Heart—

Its only lore—its Steadfastness—

In Change—unerudite—

It only moved as do the Suns—

For merit of Return—

Or Birds—confirmed perpetual

By Alternating Zone—

I only have it not Tonight

In its established place—

For technicality of Death—

Omitted in the Lease—