Louie

I am forgetting Louie the buoyant;
Why not raise her phantom, too,
Here in daylight
With the elect one’s?
She will never thrust the foremost figure out of view!

Mid this heat, in gauzy muslin
See I Louie’s life-lit brow
Here in daylight
By the elect one’s. —
Long two strangers they and far apart; such neighbours now!