Your Wednesday Briefing

You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful ministers
O hope and faith!
Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Restand this is of them,
What is all else to us? only that we enjoy each other and exhaust
Embody all presences outlawd or suffering
Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?
No right to a sight?
Standing aloof, denying portions so long

And every day the she-bird crouchd on her nest, silent, with bright eyes
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse
Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space
Rustle not up so hoarse and angry against my feet as I touch you or
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of SwitzerlandI
Every one else seemd filld with gloom
For such the scenes the annual play brings on
I am to see to it that I do not lose you
No shutterd room or school can commune with me
Garrulous to the very last

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