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The Soul to entertainWith Silence as a CompanyAnd Festival maintainIs an unfurnished CircumstancePossession is to OneAs an Estate perpetualOr a reduceless Mine.

Bestirs her puzzled wingsOnce more her mistress, on the deepHer troubled question flings—Thrice to the floating casementThe Patriarch’s bird returned,Courage! My brave Columba!There may yet be Land!

‘ ‘Twas Sunset’—Some one said—I only saw a Sapphire Farm—And just a Single Herd—Of Opal Cattle—feeding farUpon so vain a Hill—As even while I looked—dissolved—Nor Cattle were—nor Soil—But in their stead—a Sea—displayed—And Ships—of such a sizeAs Crew of Mountains—could afford—And Decks—to seat the skies—This—too—the Showman rubbed away—And when I looked again—Nor Farm—nor Opal Herd—was there—Nor…

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.A few went out to help the brook,That went to help the sea.Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,What necklaces could be!The dust replaced in hoisted roaThe birds jocoser sung;The sunshine threw his hat away,The orchards spangles hung.The breezes brought dejectedAnd bathed them in the glee;The East…

Saves she all of that for SunsetsProdigal of BlueSpending Scarlet, like a WomanYellow she affordsOnly scantly and selectlyLike a Lover’s Words.

The privilege of few—Eternity—obtained—in Time—Reversed Divinity—That our ignoble EyesThe quality conceiveOf Paradise superlative—Through their Comparative.