When Certain it must die—
‘Tis deemed a privilege to choose—
‘Twas Major Andre’s Way—
When Choice of Life—is past—
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate—
How small in those who live—
The Miracle to tease
With Bable of the styles—
How ‘they are Dying mostly—now’—
And Customs at ‘St. James’!
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It’s sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive—At such and such a time—Their costume, of a Sunday,Some manner of the Hair—A prank nobody knew but themLost, in the Sepulchre—How warm, they were, on such a day,You almost feel the date—So short way off it seems—And now—they’re Centuries from that—How pleased they were, at…
MINE enemy is growing old,
The palate of the hate departs;If any would avenge,Let him be quick, the viand flits,It is a faded meat.Anger as soon as fed is dead;‘T is starving makes it fat.
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Were They industrious?So many questions to put ThemHave I the eagernessThat could I snatch Their FacesThat could Their lips replyNot till the last was answeredShould They start for the Sky.Not if Their Party were waiting,Not if to talk with MeWere to Them now, HomesicknessAfter Eternity.Not if the Just suspect meAnd offer a RewardWould I restore…
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In itself—a quiet thingThat may furnish the Fuse unto a SparkIn dormant nature—lain—Let us deport—with skill—Let us discourse—with care—Powder exists in Charcoal—Before it exists in Fire.
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Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and in Veto!Mine—by the Grave’s Repeal—Tilted—Confirmed—Delirious Charter!Mine—long as Ages steal!
‘Nature’ is what we see—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—Nay—Nature is Heaven—Nature is what we hear—The Bobolink—the Sea—Thunder—the Cricket—Nay—Nature is Harmony—Nature is what we know—Yet have no art to say—So impotent Our Wisdom isTo her Simplicity.