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A hurry in the breath—An ecstasy of partingDenominated ‘Death’—An anguish at the mentionWhich when to patience grown,I’ve known permission givenTo rejoin its own.

Forgets her own locality—As I—toward Thee—She knows herself an incense small—Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All—How larger—be?The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit—But she, forgetting Amphitrite—Pleads—’Me’?

New fingers stir the sod—A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude.New children play upon the green—New Weary sleep below—And still the pensive Spring returns—And still the punctual snow!

But He—is not a man—His fingers are the size of fists—His fists, the size of men—And whom he foundeth, with his ArmAs Himmaleh, shall stand—Gibraltar’s Everlasting ShoePoised lightly on his Hand,So trust him, Comrade—You for you, and I, for you and meEternity is ample,And quick enough, if true.

Until there crept uponA Chill—like frost upon a Glass—Till all the scene—be gone.The Forehead copied Stone—The Fingers grew too coldTo ache—and like a Skater’s Brook—The busy eyes—congealed—It straightened—that was all—It crowded Cold to Cold—It multiplied indifference—As Pride were all it could—And even when with Cords—‘Twas lowered, like a Weight—It made no Signal, nor demurred,But dropped…

Then gave the East unto the WestAnd opening his mouthThe four Divisions of the EarthDid make as to devourWhile everything to corners slunkBehind the awful power –The Wind – unto his Chambers wentAnd nature ventured out –Her subjects scattered into placeHer systems ranged aboutAgain the smoke from Dwellings roseThe Day abroad was heard –How intimate,…