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!