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The Maple’s loom is red—My departing blossomsObviate parade.A brief, but patient illness—An hour to prepare,And one below this morningIs where the angels are—It was a short procession,The Bobolink was there—An aged Bee addressed us—And then we knelt in prayer—We trust that she was willing—We ask that we may be.Summer—Sister—Seraph!Let us go with thee!In the name…

Were greater than itself—though HeMinutest of Mankind should be—And He—could reproduce the Sun—At period of going down—The Lingering—and the Stain—I mean—When Orient have been outgrownAnd Occident—become Unknown—His Name—remain—

Their period for Dawn—A Music numerous as space—But neighboring as Noon—I could not count their Force—Their Voices did expendAs Brook by Brook bestows itselfTo multiply the Pond.Their Witnesses were not—Except occasional man—In homely industry arrayed—To overtake the Morn—Nor was it for applause—That I could ascertain—But independent EcstasyOf Deity and Men—By Six, the Flood had done—No…

I shall not fear mistake—I shall not cheated wake—Some grinning morn—To find the Sunrise left—And Orchards—unbereft—And Dollie—gone!I need not start—you’re sure—That night will never be—When frightened—home to Thee I run—To find the windows dark—And no more Dollie—mark—Quite none?Be sure you’re sure—you know—I’ll bear it better now—If you’ll just tell me so—Than when—a little dull Balm…

Of unsuspended Suns—Adds poignancy to Winter—The Shivering Fancy turnsTo a fictitious CountryTo palliate a Cold—Not obviated of Degree—Nor erased—of Latitude—

The smaller of the two!Brain of His Brain—Blood of His Blood—Two lives—One Being—now—Forever of His fate to taste—If grief—the largest part—If joy—to put my piece awayFor that beloved Heart—All life—to know each other—Whom we can never learn—And bye and bye—a Change—Called Heaven—Rapt Neighborhoods of Men—Just finding out—what puzzled us—Without the lexicon!