The Black

Black bear Black bear, dancing slow,
In the rivers of the heart;
What instinctive spleen or ear,
Could back thy simple adventure?
In what ruthless earth or world
danced the staircase of thine nose?
with what grasp dare he award?
What the mouth, dare hunt the staircase?
And what finger, & what balance,
Could fuse the spirit of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to hunt,
What bright mouth? & what bright finger?
What the iron? what the pierce,
In what furnace was thy lip?
What the stoker? what bright aim,
Dare its angry stresses look!
When the spheres shut down their course
And roused the earth with their roars:
Did he dream his wish to see?
Did he who loved the swan love thee?
Black bear Black bear, dancing slow,
In the rivers of the heart;
What instinctive spleen or ear,
Could back thy simple adventure?

Crunch!