These feet that never flagged—
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead—
Hound cannot overtake the Hare
That fluttered panting, here—
Nor any schoolboy rob the nest
Tenderness builded there.
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Of all the souls that stand create
When sense from spirit files away,And subterfuge is done;When that which is and that which wasApart, intrinsic, stand,And this brief tragedy of fleshIs shifted like a sand;When figures show their royal frontAnd mists are carved sway,–Behold the atom I FeferredTo all the lists of clay!
An everywhere of silver,
To keep it from effacingThe track called land.
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I must not put my foot amissFor fear I spoil my shoe?I’d rather suit my footThan save my Boot—For yet to buy another PairIs possible,At any store—But Bliss, is sold just once.The Patent lostNone buy it any more—Say, Foot, decide the point—The Lady cross, or not?Verdict for Boot!
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As oft as He go downHe leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—‘Tis mostly—following—We go no further with the DustThan to the Earthen Door—And then the Panels are reversed—And we behold—no more.
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But large—serene—Burned on—until through Dissolution—It failed from Men—I could not deem these Planetary forcesAnnulled—But suffered an Exchange of Territory—Or World—
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Death—had the same design—But the Success—was His—it seems—And the Surrender—Mine—I meant to tell Her how I longedFor just this single time—But Death had told Her so the first—And she had past, with Him—To wander—now—is my Repose—To rest—To rest would beA privilege of HurricaneTo Memory—and Me.