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A neighbor and a warrior too,With shrill felicityPursuing winds that censure usA February day,The brother of the universeWas never blown away.The snow and he are intimate;I ‘ve often seen them playWhen heaven looked upon us allWith such severity,I felt apology were dueTo an insulted sky,Whose pompous frown was nutrimentTo their temerity.The pillow of this daring…

And bear to all my friends,Drinking to her no more astir,By beck, or burn, or moor!

Too lifted—for the scant degreeOf Life’s penurious Round—My little Circuit would have shamedThis new Circumference—have blamed—The homelier time behind.I should have been too saved—I see—Too rescued—Fear too dim to meThat I could spell the PrayerI knew so perfect—yesterday—That Scalding One—Sabachthani—Recited fluent—here—Earth would have been too much—I see—And Heaven—not enough for me—I should have had the…

Before they drop full music on;He stuns you by degrees,Prepares your brittle substanceFor the ethereal blow,By fainter hammers, further heard,Then nearer, then so slowYour breath has time to straighten,Your brain to bubble cool, —Deals one imperial thunderboltThat scalps your naked soul.

With Gold and Silver PainTo prove the presence of the OreIn Particles—’tis whenA Value struggle—it exist—A Power—will proclaimAlthough Annihilation pileWhole Chaoses on Him—

The clouds were gaunt, and few—A Black—as of a Spectre’s CloakHid Heaven and Earth from view.The creatures chuckled on the Roofs—And whistled in the air—And shook their fists—And gnashed their teeth—And swung their frenzied hair.The morning lit—the Birds arose—The Monster’s faded eyesTurned slowly to his native coast—And peace—was Paradise!