"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

"Heaven" — is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree — Provided it do hopeless — hang — That — "Heaven" is — to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud — The interdicted Land — Behind the Hill — the House behind — There — Paradise — is found!

Her teasing Purples — Afternoons — The credulous — decoy — Enamored — of the Conjurer — That spurned us — Yesterday!