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How ignorant I had beenOf pretty ways of Covenant—How awkward at the HymnRound our new Fireside—but for this—This pattern—of the Way—Whose Memory drowns me, like the DipOf a Celestial Sea—What Mornings in our Garden—guessed—What Bees—for us—to hum—With only Birds to interruptThe Ripple of our Theme—And Task for Both—When Play be done—Your Problem—of the Brain—And mine—some…

No Apprehension of AnotherOh, Happy Air!Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast’s Pillow –Essential Host, in Life’s faint, wailing Inn,Later than Light thy Consciousness accost meTill it depart, persuading Mine –

Divide Light if you dare—They’ll meetWhile Cubes in a DropOr Pellets of ShapeFitFilms cannot annulOdors return wholeForce FlameAnd with a Blonde pushOver your impotenceFlits Steam.

In Ovens green our Mother bakes,By Fires of the Sun.

A small—italic SeedLodged by Design or HappeningThe Spirit fructified—Shy as the Wind of his ChambersSwift as a Freshet’s TongueSo of the Flower of the SoulIts process is unknown.When it is found, a few rejoiceThe Wise convey it HomeCarefully cherishing the spotIf other Flower become.When it is lost, that Day shall beThe Funeral of God,Upon his…

I’d bring them every flower that growsFrom Amherst to Cashmere!I would not stop for night, or storm—Or frost, or death, or anyone—My business were so dear!If they would linger for a BirdMy Tambourin were soonest heardAmong the April Woods!Unwearied, all the summer long,Only to break in wilder songWhen Winter shook the boughs!What if they hear…