To a Suitor Rejected: Invitation Not to Call

For indeterminate hours and the even undeaf

Heart, are exiled thee (an inched goodbye at Halfmoon St.

Venges itself titular heir on our ancient prodigality) Now

Regreeting remeeting

Forfend to breathe back the pastoral past fantastical,

Nor suggest the lunacy of appearance, harlequin'd and

Pasquinaded by memory without mimicry,

Were one with reality. Such partializing

Is poor truth and

Treasonable; and with the dinner bell of my new office I

Should ring thee false and recreant,

Shred and beat the gooseplumery of your honor to billow the

Pillow recumbent on my elected bed.

Better

Let your banishment wear the green head of youthful

Wantonry unshaken; ask not our former vagrant peace-

"farewell" -

To stand the trial of day and air For

Mortality is dust,

And words, rust, as the earth moves round the sun, and the

mistress

Begins the long apprenticeship of husbandry