All the world’s a jar, I
Hop, the striped bars into the
Sky, and watch with widened eyes,
The swelling notes that vanish high
Into the bluing, spinning
Top.
I skirt the vapid vapor-lid,
Lift a cumulus by its brow,
Swing from staff; to and fro,
Hear the violins’ sombre pitch:
The coming crescendo
And mellow peak.
The blackened cape above this jar,
Is pierced by twinkling lights.
What a wonderful sight!
I say, to all the wishing stars.
And longing sounds reach tired
Ears, the silent pop!
That, tender, comes:
To love-lorn heart
With weary start,
I leave the lonely stars.
Hear, the music swell and carry far.
The world’s a jar — my love sealed,
Here.
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