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Be Mine the Doom -- Sufficient Fame -- To perish in Her Hand!
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Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
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Before He comes we weigh the Time! 'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
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Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown -- With specimens of Song As if for you to choose -- Discretion in the interval With gay delays he goes To some superior Tree Without a single Leaf And shouts for joy to Nobody But his seraphic self --
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Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen -- A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs -- between -- For Stranger -- Strangers do not mourn -- There be Immortal friends Whom Death see first -- 'tis news of this That paralyze Ourselves -- Who, vital only to Our Thought -- Such Presence bear away In dying -- 'tis as if Our Souls Absconded -- suddenly --
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Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze -- A few incisive Mornings -- A few Ascetic Eves -- Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" -- And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves." Still, is the bustle in the Brook -- Sealed are the spicy valves -- Mesmeric fingers softly touch The Eyes of many Elves -- Perhaps a squirrel may remain -- My sentiments to share -- Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind -- Thy windy will to bear!
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Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- To constitute them -- Gains --
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Betrothed to Righteousness might be An Ecstasy discreet But Nature relishes the Pinks Which she was taught to eat --
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Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before -- This -- was different -- 'Twas Translation -- Of all tunes I knew -- and more -- 'Twasn't contained -- like other stanza -- No one could play it -- the second time -- But the Composer -- perfect Mozart -- Perish with him -- that Keyless Rhyme! So -- Children -- told how Brooks in Eden -- Bubbled a better -- Melody -- Quaintly infer -- Eve's great surrender -- Urging the feet -- that would -- not -- fly -- Children -- matured -- are wiser -- mostly -- Eden -- a legend -- dimly told -- Eve -- and the Anguish -- Grandame's story -- But -- I was telling a tune -- I heard -- Not such a strain -- the Church -- baptizes -- When the last Saint -- goes up the Aisles -- Not such a stanza splits the silence -- When the Redemption strikes her Bells -- Let me not spill -- its smallest cadence -- Humming -- for promise -- when alone -- Humming -- until my faint Rehearsal -- Drop into tune -- around the Throne --
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Bind me -- I still can sing -- Banish -- my mandolin Strikes true within -- Slay -- and my Soul shall rise Chanting to Paradise -- Still thine.
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Blossoms will run away, Cakes reign but a Day, But Memory like Melody Is pink Eternally.
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But little Carmine hath her face -- Of Emerald scant -- her Gown -- Her Beauty -- is the love she doth -- Itself -- exhibit -- Mine --
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By a departing light We see acuter, quite, Than by a wick that stays. There's something in the flight That clarifies the sight And decks the rays.
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By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing -- "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World --
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Candor -- my tepid friend -- Come not to play with me -- The Myrrhs, and Mochas, of the Mind Are its iniquity --
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Climbing to reach the costly Hearts To which he gave the worth, He broke them, fearing punishment He ran away from Earth --
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Confirming All who analyze In the Opinion fair That Eloquence is when the Heart Has not a Voice to spare --
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Could -- I do more -- for Thee -- Wert Thou a Bumble Bee -- Since for the Queen, have I -- Nought but Bouquet?
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Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done -- Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none -- Balked in the vastest instance But to renew -- Felled by but one assassin -- Prosperity --
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Could I -- then -- shut the door -- Lest my beseeching face -- at last -- Rejected -- be -- of Her?
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Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable 'Twould crumble with the weight.
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Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell Be once disclosed to us The clamor for their loveliness Would burst the Loneliness --
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Count not that far that can be had, Though sunset lie between -- Nor that adjacent, that beside, Is further than the sun.
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Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all that's left them, now --
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Death warrants are supposed to be An enginery of equity A merciful mistake A pencil in an Idol's Hand A Devotee has oft consigned To Crucifix or Block
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Declaiming Waters none may dread -- But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature -- they are full --
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Did We abolish Frost The Summer would not cease -- If Seasons perish or prevail Is optional with Us --
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