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Confronting Sudden Pelf—A finer Shame of Ecstasy—Convicted of Itself—A best Disgrace—a Brave Man feels—Acknowledged—of the Brave—One More—’Ye Blessed’—to be told—But that’s—Behind the Grave—

Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so—And nobody knows, so still it flows,That any brook is there,And yet your little draught of lifeIs daily drunken there—Why, look out for the little brook in March,When the rivers overflow,And the snows come hurrying from the fills,And the bridges often go—And later,…

Deep dug—for Summer days—Where Mosses go no more away—And Pebble—safely plays—It’s made of Fathoms—and a Belt—A Belt of jagged Stone—Inlaid with Emerald—half way down—And Diamonds—jumbled on—It has no Bucket—Were I richA Bucket I would buy—I’m often thirsty—but my lipsAre so high up—You see—I read in an Old fashioned BookThat People ‘thirst no more’—The Wells have…

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…

Is solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity.

In unremitting actionYet never wearing out –Of this electric AdjunctNot anything is knownBut its unique momentumEmbellish all we own –