Not Burdock’s—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock’s Den—
A Bog—affronts my shoe—
What else have Bogs—to do—
The only Trade they know—
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity—then!
‘Tis Minnows can despise!
The Elephant’s—calm eyes
Look further on!
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Best Witchcraft is Geometry
His ordinary acts are featsTo thinking of mankind.
STEP lightly on this narrow spot!
Is not so ample as the breastThese emerald seams enclose.Step lofty; for this name is toldAs far as cannon dwell,Or flag subsist, or fame exportHer deathless syllable.
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It swallows substance up—Then covers the Abyss with Trance—So Memory can stepAround—across—upon it—As one within a Swoon—Goes safely—where an open eye—Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
I simulate the breath so well,That one, to be quite sureThe lungs are stirless, must descendAmong the cunning cells,And touch the pantomime himself.How cool the bellows feels!
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till it argued him narrow –
And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaimed him a Liar –The Truth never flaunted a Sign –Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presenceAs Gold the Pyrites would shun –What confusion would cover the innocent JesusTo meet so enabled a Man!
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And said that I was strong—And could be mighty, if I liked—That Day—the Days among—Glows Central—like a JewelBetween Diverging Golds—The Minor One—that gleamed behind—And Vaster—of the World’s.