By Accident of Gain
Befalling not my simple Days—
Myself had just to earn—
Of Riches—as unconscious
As is the Brown Malay
Of Pearls in Eastern Waters,
Marked His—What Holiday
Would stir his slow conception—
Had he the power to dream
That put the Dower’s fraction—
Awaited even—Him—
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Elate—a Bee—Thou’rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee’s Eternity—Content of fadingIs enough for me—Fade I unto Divinity—And Dying—Lifetime—Ample as the Eye—Her least attention raise on me—
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Through Faith—my Hazel EyeHas periods of shutting—But, No lid has Memory—For frequent, all my sense obscuredI equally beholdAs someone held a light untoThe Features so beloved—-And I arise—and in my Dream—Do Thee distinguished Grace—Till jealous Daylight interrupt—And mar thy perfectness—
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What if I burst the fleshly Gate—And pass escaped—to thee!What if I file this Mortal—off—See where it hurt me—That’s enough—And wade in Liberty!They cannot take me—any more!Dungeons can call—and Guns imploreUnmeaning—now—to me—As laughter—was—an hour ago—Or Laces—or a Travelling Show—Or who died—yesterday!
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Into the Darkness dips away—Half Her Complexion of the Sun—Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—Rall ies Her Glow, like a dying Friend—Teasing with glittering Amend—Only to aggravate the DarkThrough an expiring—perfect—look—
Whether they have forgotten
Or never remembered –Safer not to know –Miseries of conjectureAre a softer woeThan a Fact of IronHardened with I know –
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Or perish from the Hill—Without the privilege to knowThat they are Beautiful—How many cast a nameless PodUpon the nearest Breeze—Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight—It bear to Other Eyes—