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1 week ago

Some Days retired from the rest
In soft distinction lie
The Day that a Companion came
Or was obliged to die -

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1 week ago

I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon -

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1 week ago

Great Streets of silence led away
To Neighborhoods of Pause -
Here was no Notice - no Dissent
No Universe - no Laws -

By Clocks, ’Twas Morning, and for Night
The Bells at Distance called -
But Epoch had no basis here
For Period exhaled.

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1 week ago

Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked
Our final interview.

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2 weeks ago

Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked
Our final interview.

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2 weeks ago

The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night -
The Afternoon in Evening deep
It’s Yellow shortness dropt -
The Winds went out their martial ways
The Leaves obtained excuse -
November hung his Granite Hat
Opon a nail of Plush -

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2 weeks ago

When Etna basks and purrs
Naples is more afraid
Than when she shows her Garnet Tooth -
Security is loud -

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3 weeks ago

The duties of the Wind are few -
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.

The pleasures of the Wind are broad,
To dwell Extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or Forests entertain -

The kinsmen of the Wind, are Peaks
Azof - the Equinox,
Also with Bird and Asteroid
A bowing intercourse -

The limitations of the Wind
Do he exist, or die,
Too wise he seems for Wakelessness,
However, know not I -

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3 weeks ago

The Work of Her that went,
The Toil of Fellows done -
In Ovens green our Mother bakes,
By Fires of the Sun -

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3 weeks ago

The Snow that never drifts -
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now -

So thorough in the Tree
At night beneath the star
That it was Febuary’s Foot
Experience would swear -

Like Winter as a Face
We stern and former knew
Repaired of all but Loneliness
By Nature’s Alibi -

Were every Storm so spice
The Value could not be -
We buy with contrast - Pang is good
As near as memory -

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3 weeks ago

I noticed People disappeared
When but a little child -
Supposed they visited remote
Or settled Regions wild -
Now know I - They both visited
And settled Regions wild -
But did because they died
A Fact witheld the little child -

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1 month ago

In thy long Paradise of Light
No moment will there be
When I shall long for Earthly Play
And mortal Company -

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1 month ago

Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening’s sabres slain

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1 month ago

Paradise is that old mansion
Many owned before -
Occupied by each an instant
Then reversed the Door -
Bliss is frugal of her Leases
Adam taught her Thrift
Bankrupt once through his excesses

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1 month ago

Oh Heart within the Coal
Hast thou survived so many years?
The smouldering embers smile -

Soft stirs the news of Light
The stolid seconds glow
One requisite has Fire that lasts
Prometheus never knew -

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1 month ago

The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
Has simultaneous come.
The lower metres of the Year
When Nature’s laugh is done
The Revelations of the Book
Whose Genesis was June.
Appropriate Creatures to her change
The Typic Mother sends
As Accent fades to interval
With separating Friends
Till what we speculate, has been
And thoughts we will not show
More intimate with us become
Than Persons, that we know.

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1 month ago

A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became -
Each bright mortality
The Forfeit is of Creature fair
Itself, adored before
Submitting for our unknown sake
To be esteemed no more

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1 month ago

The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the Sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
To ignorance revealed -

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1 month ago

We do not know the time we lose -
The awful moment is
And takes it’s fundamental place
Among the certainties -

A firm appearance still inflates
The card - the chance - the friend -
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand -

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1 month ago

There is another Loneliness
That many die without -
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstance of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be revealed
By mortal numeral -

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1 month ago

Too cold is this
To warm with Sun -
Too stiff to bended be.
To joint this Agate were a work -
Outstaring Masonry -

How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.

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1 month ago

Soul, take thy risk,
With Death to be
Were better than be not with thee

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1 month ago

None who saw it ever told it
’Tis as hid as Death
Had for that specific treasure
A departing breath -
Surfaces may be invested
Did the Diamond grow
General as the Dandelion
Would you serve it so?

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1 month ago

I fit for them - I seek the Dark
Till I am thorough fit.
The labor is a sober one
With the austerer sweet -

That abstinence of mine produce
A purer food for them, if I succeed,
If not I had
The transport of the Aim -

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1 month ago

Distance - is not the Realm of Fox
Nor by Relay of Bird
Abated - Distance is
Until thyself, Beloved.

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1 month ago

After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World -
Wagons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old -

All men meet as if
Each foreclosed a news -
Fresh as a Cargo from Balize
Nature’s qualities -

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1 month ago

His Bill is locked - his Eye estranged
His Feathers wilted low -
The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves
Indifferent hanging now -
The Joy that in his happy Throat
Was waiting to be poured
Gored through and through with Death, to be
Assassin of a Bird
Resembles to my outraged mind
The firing in Heaven,
On Angels - squandering for you
Their Miracles of Tune -

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1 month ago

Between the form of Life and Life
The difference is as big
As Liquor at the Lip between
And liquor in the Jug
The latter - excellent to keep -
But for extatic need
The corkless is superior -
I know for I have tried

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1 month ago

I cannot meet the Spring - unmoved -
I feel the old desire -
A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,
A Warrant to be fair -

A Competition in my sense
With something, hid in Her -
And as she vanishes, Remorse
I saw no more of Her -

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1 month ago

The Sky is low - the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go -
A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem -

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