In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy –
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature
Or Deity –
It comes, without a consternation –
Dissolve – the same –
But leaves a sumptuous Destitution –
Without a Name –
Profane it by a search – we cannot
It has no home –
Nor we who having once waylaid it –
Thereafter roam.