The Soul has Bandaged moments --

The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her -- Salute her -- with long fingers -- Caress her freezing hair -- Sip, Goblin, from the very lips The Lover -- hovered -- o'er -- Unworthy, that a thought so mean Accost a Theme -- so -- fair -- The soul has moments of Escape -- When bursting all the doors -- She dances like a Bomb, abroad, And swings upon the Hours, As do the Bee -- delirious borne -- Long Dungeoned from his Rose -- Touch Liberty -- then know no more, But Noon, and Paradise -- The Soul's retaken moments --…