A loss of something ever felt I --

A loss of something ever felt I --
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was -- of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner lurked[^a1]walked among the children
I notwithstanding stole[^a2]went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out --

[^a1: lurked | lurked]

[^a2: stole | stole]

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is --
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinquent Palaces --

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven --