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He—could suffice for Me—Yet Hesitating Fractions—BothSurveyed Infinity—‘Would I be Whole’ He sudden broached—My syllable rebelled—‘Twas face to face with Nature—forced—‘Twas face to face with God—Withdrew the Sun—to Other Wests—Withdrew the furthest StarBefore Decision—stooped to speech—And then—be audiblerThe Answer of the Sea untoThe Motion of the Moon—Herself adjust Her Tides—unto—Could I—do else—with Mine?

There’s nothing cooler falls—Than Life’s sweet Calculations—The mixing Bells and Palls—Make Lacerating Tune—To Ears the Dying Side—‘Tis Coronal—and Funeral—Saluting—in the Road—

Because—Thee—Sweet plea—He pardoned me!

And then reluctant turn—My flowers raise their pretty lips—Then put their nightgowns on.As children caper when they wakeMerry that it is Morn—My flowers from a hundred cribsWill peep, and prance again.

Me for showingIllegitimate—Would a Smile’s minute bestowingToo exorbitantTo the LadyWith the GuineaLook—if She should knowCrumb of MineA Robin’s LarderWould suffice to stow—

An Ornament too grandFor Forehead low as mine, to wear,This might have been the HandThat sowed the flower, he preferred—Or smoothed a homely pain,Or pushed the pebble from his path—Or played his chosen tune—On Lute the least—the latest—But just his Ear could knowThat whatsoe’er delighted it,I never would let go—The foot to bear his errand—A…