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Such an one—to say—On his babbling—Berry—lips—As should sound—to me—Were my Ear—as near his nest—As my thought—today—As should sound—‘Forbid us not’—Some like ‘Emily.’

It powders all the Wood.It fills with Alabaster WoolThe Wrinkles of the Road—It makes an Even FaceOf Mountain, and of Plain—Unbroken Forehead from the EastUnto the East again—It reaches to the Fence—It wraps it Rail by RailTill it is lost in Fleeces—It deals Celestial VailTo Stump, and Stack—and Stem—A Summer’s empty Room—Acres of Joints, where…

For the long Hindrance—Grace—to Me—With Summers, and with Winters, grow,Some passing Year—A trait bestowTo make Me fairest of the Earth—The Waiting—then—will seem so worthI shall impute with half a painThe blame that I was chosen—then—Time to anticipate His Gaze—It’s first—Delight—and then—Surprise—The turning o’er and o’er my faceFor Evidence it be the Grace—He left behind One…

Poverty—be justifyingFor so foul a thingPossibly—but We—would ratherFrom Our Garret goWhite—Unto the White Creator—Than invest—Our Snow—Thought belong to Him who gave it—Then—to Him Who bearIts Corporeal illustration—SellThe Royal Air—In the Parcel—Be the MerchantOf the Heavenly Grace—But reduce no Human SpiritTo Disgrace of Price—

Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—He neutralized them all.She stung him, sapped his firm advance,But, when her worst was done,And he, unmoved, regarded her,Acknowledged him a man.

But God be with the Clown –Who ponders this tremendous scene –This whole Experiment of Green –As if it were his own!