For this—accepted Breath

For this—accepted Breath—

Through it—compete with Death—

The fellow cannot touch this Crown—

By it—my title take—

Ah, what a royal sake

To my necessity—stooped down!

No Wilderness—can be

Where this attendeth me—

No Desert Noon—

No fear of frost to come

Haunt the perennial bloom—

But Certain June!

Get Gabriel—to tell—the royal syllable—

Get Saints—with new—unsteady tongue—

To say what trance below

Most like their glory show—

Fittest the Crown!