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The Absence of an Eye—Except its Mind accompanyAbridge SocietyAs slightly as the Routes of Stars—Ourselves—asleep below—We know that their superior EyesInclude Us—as they go—

Woos, as He states us—by His Son—Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—‘Miles’, and ‘Priscilla’, were such an One—But, lest the Soul—like fair ‘Priscilla’Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom—Vouches, with hyperbolic archness—‘Miles’, and ‘John Alden’ were Synonym—

A stealing that is not a stealthAnd Summers are away

The Seasons—fit—the same—The Mornings blossom into Noons—And split their Pods of Flame—Wild flowers—kindle in the Woods—The Brooks slam—all the Day—No Black bird bates his Banjo—For passing Calvary—Auto da Fe—and Judgment—Are nothing to the Bee—His separation from His Rose—To Him—sums Misery—

Latch them softly—These—held Dimples—Smooth them slow—This—addressed departing accents—Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—This—We stroked—Unnumbered Satin—These—we held among our own—Fingers of the Slim Aurora—Not so arrogant—this Noon—These—adjust—that ran to meet us—Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe—Paradise—the only PalaceFit for Her reception—now—

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 PeaksAzof – the Equinox,Also with Bird and AsteroidA bowing intercourse.The limitations of the WindDo he exist, or die,Too wise he seems for Wakelessness,However, know not i.