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Glad—gay—Houses—Sealed so stately tight—Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—Locking Bare feet out—Brooks of Plush—in Banks of SatinNot so softly fallAs the laughter—and the whisper—From their People Pearl—No Bald Death—affront their Parlors—No Bold Sickness comeTo deface their Stately Treasures—Anguish—and the Tomb—Hum by—in Muffled Coaches—Lest they—wonder Why—Any—for the Press of Smiling—Interrupt—to die—

Wearing the Sod Gown—Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—Brooch—frozen on—Horses of Blonde—and Coach of Silver—Baggage a strapped Pearl—Journey of Down—and Whip of Diamond—Riding to meet the Earl—

Whole Pools of it—I’m used to that—But the least push of JoyBreaks up my feet—And I tip—drunken—Let no Pebble—smile—‘Twas the New Liquor—That was all!Power is only Pain—Stranded, thro’ Discipline,Till Weights—will hang—Give Balm—to Giants—And they’ll wilt, like Men—Give Himmaleh—They’ll Carry—Him!

The Summer lapsed away—Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy—A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or Nature spending with herselfSequestered Afternoon—The Dusk drew earlier in—The Morning foreign shone—A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,As Guest, that would be gone—And thus, without a WingOr service of a KeelOur Summer made her light escapeInto the Beautiful.

That arise and set about Us—Other TragedyPerish in the Recitation—This—the best enactWhen the Audience is scatteredAnd the Boxes shut—‘Hamlet’ to Himself were Hamlet—Had not Shakespeare wrote—Though the ‘Romeo’ left no RecordOf his Juliet,It were infinite enactedIn the Human Heart—Only Theatre recordedOwner cannot shut—

But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency.