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So pretty—so ashamed!So hidden in her leafletsLest anybody find—So breathless till I passed here—So helpless when I turnedAnd bore her struggling, blushing,Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle—For whom I betrayed the Dell—Many, will doubtless ask me,But I shall never tell!

Are incomplete, and shy—For Greatness, that is ill at easeIn minor Company—A Smaller, could not be perturbed—The Summer Gnat displays—Unconscious that his single FleetDo not comprise the skies—

Of individual Voice—As One detect on LandingsAn Emigrant’s address.A Hint of Ports and Peoples—And much not understood—The fairer—for the farness—And for the foreignhood.

How the Hemlocks burn—How the Dun Brake is draped in CinderBy the Wizard Sun—How the old Steeples hand the ScarletTill the Ball is full—Have I the lip of the FlamingoThat I dare to tell?Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows—Touching all the GrassWith a departing—Sapphire—feature—As a Duchess passed—How a small Dusk crawls on the VillageTill…

That oppresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes–Heavenly Hurt, it gives us–We can find no scar,But internal difference,Where the Meanings, are–None may teach it–Any–‘Tis the Seal Despair–An imperial afflictionSent us of the air–When it comes, the Landscape listens–Shadows–hold their breath–When it goes, ’tis like the DistanceOn the look of Death–

When I go out of Time—To take my Rank—by—in the West—That face—will just be thine—I’ll hand it to the Angel—That—Sir—was my Degree—In Kingdoms—you have heard the Raised—Refer to—possibly.He’ll take it—scan it—step aside—Return—with such a crownAs Gabriel—never capered at—And beg me put it on—And then—he’ll turn me round and round—To an admiring sky—As one that bore…