The feet of people walking home

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go --
The Crocus -- till she rises
The Vassal of the snow --
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver's farthings
Extorted from the Sea --
Pinions -- the Seraph's wagon
Pedestrian once -- as we --
Night is the morning's Canvas
Larceny -- legacy --
Death, but our rapt attention
To Immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies --
Whose peasants are the Angels --
Whose Cantons dot the skies --
My Classics vail their faces --
My faith that Dark adores --
Which from it's solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.