Alone, I cannot be —
For Hosts — do visit me —
Recordless Company —
Who baffle Key —
They have no Robes, nor Names —
No Almanacs — nor Climes —
But general Homes
Like Gnomes —
Their Coming, may be known
By Couriers within —
Their going — is not —
For they’ve never gone —
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The coming and going of angels.