Runs evenly—and true—
But let a Splinter swerve—
‘Twere easier for You—
To put a Current back—
When Floods have slit the Hills—
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves—
And trodden out the Mills—
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Ages coil withinThe minute CircumferenceOf a single Brain—Pain contracts—the Time—Occupied with ShotGamuts of EternitiesAre as they were not—
God permit industrious angels
I met one, — forgot my school-mates,All, for him, straightaway.God calls home the angels promptlyAt the setting sun;I missed mine. How dreary marbles,After playing the Crown!
I went to heaven,–
Lit with a ruby,Lathed with down.Stiller than the fieldsAt the full dew,Beautiful as picturesNo man drew.People like the moth,Of mechlin, frames,Duties of gossamer,And eider names.Almost contentedI could be‘Mong such uniqueSociety.
A little Madness in the Spring
But God be with the Clown –Who ponders this tremendous scene –This whole Experiment of Green –As if it were his own!
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Perceived by the Denied—Whose Will—a numb significance—The Day the Heaven died—And all the Earth strove common round—Without Delight, or Beam—What Comfort was it Wisdom—was—The spoiler of Our Home?
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It would hurt us—were we awake—But since it is playing—kill us,And we are playing—shriek—What harm? Men die—externally—It is a truth—of Blood—But we—are dying in Drama—And Drama—is never dead—Cautious—We jar each other—And either—open the eyes—Lest the Phantasm—prove the Mistake—And the livid SurpriseCool us to Shafts of Granite—With just an Age—and Name—And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian—It’s…