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Where scrabble never comes—Where very nimble GentlemenAre forced to keep their rooms—Where tired Children placid sleepThro’ Centuries of noonThis place is Bliss—this town is Heaven—Please, Pater, pretty soon!‘Oh could we climb where Moses stood,And view the Landscape o’er’Not Father’s bells—nor Factories,Could scare us any more!

Perceived by the Denied—Whose Will—a numb significance—The Day the Heaven died—And all the Earth strove common round—Without Delight, or Beam—What Comfort was it Wisdom—was—The spoiler of Our Home?

In any Forest stirredBut with itself did cold engageBeyond the Realm of Bird –A Wind that woke a lone DelightLike Separation’s SwellRestored in Arctic ConfidenceTo the Invisible –

Forget she wore it at her HeartBecause she breathed againstWas Treason twixt?Deny! Did Rose her Bee—For Privilege of PlayOr Wile of ButterflyOr Opportunity—Her Lord away?The lady with the Amulet—will face—The Bee—in Mausoleum laid—Discard his Bride—But longer than the little Rill—That cooled the Forehead of the Hill—While Other—went the Sea to fill—And Other—went to turn the…

Combined without a seamLike Raiment of a Dream –Who spun the Auburn Cloth?Computed how the girth?The Chestnut aged growsIn those primeval Clothes –We know that we are wise –Accomplished in Surprise –Yet by this Countryman –This nature – how undone!

I heard the Buckle snap—And turned away, imperial,My Lifetime folding up—Deliberate, as a Duke would doA Kingdom’s Title Deed—Henceforth, a Dedicated sort—A Member of the Cloud.Yet not too far to come at call—And do the little ToilsThat make the Circuit of the Rest—And deal occasional smilesTo lives that stoop to notice mine—And kindly ask it…