The Unexpress’d + 

How dare one say it? + 

After the cycles, poems, singers, plays, + 

Vaunted Ionia’s, India’s⁠—Homer, Shakespeare⁠—the long, long times’ thick dotted roads, areas, + 

The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars⁠—Nature’s pulses reap’d, + 

All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration, + 

All ages’ plummets dropt to their utmost depths, + 

All human lives, throats, wishes, brains⁠—all experiences’ utterance; + 

After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands, + 

Still something not yet told in poesy’s voice or print⁠—something lacking, + 

(Who knows? the best yet unexpress’d and lacking.) + 