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I cherished them for All—Happening in After AgesTo entertain a Pearl—Wherefore so late—I murmured—My need of Thee—be done—Therefore—the Pearl responded—My Period begin

He offers His Berry, just the sameTo Partridge—and to Boy—He sometimes holds upon the Fence—Or struggles to a Tree—Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands—But not for Sympathy—We—tell a Hurt—to cool it—This Mourner—to the SkyA little further reaches—instead—Brave Black Berry—

Because I cannot seeThe love you offer—MagnitudeReverses ModestyAnd I cannot be proudBecause a Height so highInvolves AlpineRequirementsAnd Services of Snow.

The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar—A Guinea at a sight—The fine—impalpable Array—That swaggers on the eyeLike Cleopatra’s Company—Repeated—in the sky—The Moments of DominionThat happen on the SoulAnd leave it with a DiscontentToo exquisite—to tell—The eager look—on Landscapes—As if they just repressedSome Secret—that was pushingLike Chariots—in the Vest—The Pleading of the Summer—That…

By souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to beBy people of degreeThe breaking of the Day.Morning has not occurred!That shall Aurora be—East of Eternity—One with the banner gay—One in the red array—That is the break of Day!

Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry.This traverse may the poorest takeWithout oppress of toll;How frugal is the chariotThat bears a human soul!