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How luscious lies the pea withinThe pod that Duty locks!

The Ruin was withinOh cunning wreck that told no taleAnd let no Witness inThe mind was built for mighty FreightFor dread occasion plannedHow often foundering at SeaOstensibly, on LandA not admitting of the woundUntil it grew so wideThat all my Life had entered itAnd there were troughs besideA closing of the simple lidThat opened to…

And I had been the Rose—How gay upon your tableMy velvet life to close—Since I am of the Druid,And she is of the dew—I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole—And send the Rose to you.

Since I was wed—to Him—A modesty befits the soulThat bears another’s—name—A doubt—if it be fair—indeed—To wear that perfect—pearl—The Man—upon the Woman—binds—To clasp her soul—for all—A prayer, that it more angel—prove—A whiter Gift—within—To that munificence, that chose—So unadorned—a Queen—A Gratitude—that such be true—It had esteemed the Dream—Too beautiful—for Shape to prove—Or posture—to redeem!

For I was once a Child—Concluding how an Atom—fell—And yet the Heavens—held—The Heavens weighed the most—by far—Yet Blue—and solid—stood—Without a Bolt—that I could prove—Would Giants—understand?Life set me larger—problems—Some I shall keep—to solveTill Algebra is easier—Or simpler proved—above—Then—too&m dash;be comprehended—What sorer—puzzled me—Why Heaven did not break away—And tumble—Blue—on me—

Distills amazing senseFrom ordinary Meanings—And Attar so immenseFrom the familiar speciesThat perished by the Door—We wonder it was not OurselvesArrested it—before—Of Pictures, the Discloser—The Poet—it is He—Entitles Us—by Contrast—To ceaseless Poverty—Of portion—so unconscious—The Robbing—could not harm—Himself—to Him—a Fortune—Exterior—to Time—