Merops

What care I, so they stand the same,—
        Things of the heavenly mind,—
How long the power to give them name
        Tarries yet behind?

Thus far to-day your favors reach,
        O fair, appeasing presences!
Ye taught my lips a single speech,
        And a thousand silences.

Space grants beyond his fated road
        No inch to the god of day;
And copious language still bestowed
        One word, no more, to say.