Or perish from the Hill—
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful—
How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze—
Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight—
It bear to Other Eyes—
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It cannot be again—When Fate hath taunted lastAnd thrown Her furthest Stone—The Maimed may pause, and breathe,And glance securely round—The Deer attracts no furtherThan it resists—the Hound—
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The Violet—is Noon—The Yellow—Day—is falling—And after that—is none—But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—Reveal the Width that burned—The Territory Argent—thatNever yet—consumed—
The pedigree of honey
A clover, any time, to himIs aristocracy.
This is the land the sunset washes,
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Derives its Magnitude—‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, accordingAs is the Central Mood—The fine—unvarying AxisThat regulates the Wheel—Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuousAnd fling a dust—the while.The Inner—paints the Outer—The Brush without the Hand—Its Picture publishes—precise—As is the inner Brand—On fine—Arterial Canvas—A Cheek—perchance a Brow—The Star’s whole Secret—in the Lake—Eyes were not meant to know.