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To meet an Antique Book—In just the Dress his Century wore—A privilege—I think—His venerable Hand to take—And warming in our own—A passage back—or two—to make—To Times when he—was young—His quaint opinions—to inspect—His thought to ascertainOn Themes concern our mutual mind—The Literature of Man—What interested Scholars—most—What Competitions ran—When Plato—was a Certainty—And Sophocles—a Man—When Sappho—was a living…

‘Tis not a different time—Except for Infiniteness—And Latitude of Home—From this—experienced Here—Remove the Dates—to These—Let Months dissolve in further Months—And Years—exhale in Years—Without Debate—or Pause—Or Celebrated Days—No different Our Years would beFrom Anno Domini’s—

A News express to Me—A spicy Charge, My little Posts—But I am deaf—Today—The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng—I reinforced the Door—Go blossom for the Bees—I said—And trouble Me—no More—The Summer Grace, for Notice strove—Remote—Her best Array—The Heart—to stimulate the EyeRefused too utterly—At length, a Mourner, like Myself,She drew away austere—Her frosts to ponder—then it wasI recollected Her—She…

I sow sweet flower from garden bed—I pause above that vanished headAnd mourn.Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom accent harsh, or ruthless word—Feeling as if their pillow heard,Though stone!When I have lost, you’ll know by this—A Bonnet black—A dusk surplice—A little tremor in my voiceLike this!Why, I have lost, the people knowWho dressed in…

Until a sudden skyReveals the fact that One is raptForever from the Eye—Members of the Invisible,Existing, while we stare,In Leagueless Opportunity,O’ertakenless, as the Air—Why didn’t we detain Them?The Heavens with a smile,Sweep by our disappointed HeadsWithout a syllable—

When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee—Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee!