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For Interview—had Come—Before the Judgment Seat of God—The last—and second timeThese Fleshless Lovers met—A Heaven in a Gaze—A Heaven of Heavens—the PrivilegeOf one another’s Eyes—No Lifetime—on Them—Appareled as the newUnborn—except They had beheld—Born infiniter—now—Was Bridal—e’er like This?A Paradise—the Host—And Cherubim—and Seraphim—The unobtrusive Guest—

A loss or so—To bend the eyeBest Beauty’s way—But—once aslantIt notes DelightAs difficultAs StalactiteA Common BlissWere had for less—The price—isEven as the Grace—Our lord—thought noExtravaganceTo pay—a Cross—

I don’t believe a peevish BirdSo whimpered for the Spring –I taught my Heart a hundred timesPrecisely what to say –Provoking Lover, when you cameIts Treatise flew awayTo hide my strategy too lateTo wiser be too soon –For miseries so halcyonThe happiness atone –

When folded in perpetual seamThe Wrinkled Maker lieInfection in the sentence breedsWe may inhale DespairAt distances of CenturiesFrom the Malaria –

Exists in every human natureA goal,Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,Too fairFor credibility’s temerityTo dare.Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,To reachWere hopeless as the rainbow’s raimentTo touch,Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;How highUnto the saints’ slow diligenceThe sky!Ungained, it may be, by a life’s low venture,But then,Eternity enables the endeavoringAgain.

It was a Common NightExcept the Dying—this to UsMade Nature differentWe noticed smallest things—Things overlooked beforeBy this great light upon our MindsItalicized—as ’twere.As We went out and inBetween Her final RoomAnd Rooms where Those to be aliveTomorrow were, a BlameThat Others could existWhile She must finish quiteA Jealousy for Her aroseSo nearly infinite—We waited while…