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Elate—a Bee—Thou’rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee’s Eternity—Content of fadingIs enough for me—Fade I unto Divinity—And Dying—Lifetime—Ample as the Eye—Her least attention raise on me—

Reviewed it with my eyes,To see that I made no mistakeIn its extremest clause—The Date, and manner, of the shame—And then the Pious FormThat ‘God have mercy’ on the SoulThe Jury voted Him—I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—But she, and Death, acquainted—Meet tranquilly, as…

A Presence — for an Expectation —Not now —The putting out of Eyes —Just Sunrise —Lest Day —Day’s Great Progenitor —OutvieRenunciation — is the ChoosingAgainst itself —Itself to justifyUnto itself —When larger function —Make that appear —Smaller — that Covered Vision — Here —

From an Accustomed flower.Not like the Dew, did she returnAt the Accustomed hour!She dropt as softly as a starFrom out my summer’s Eve—Less skillful than Le VerriereIt’s sorer to believe!

It’s very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm the other day—A ‘Savant’ passing byMurmured ‘Resurgam’—’Centipede’!&q uot;Oh Lord—how frail are we’!I pull a flower from the woods—A monster with a glassComputes the stamens in a breath—And has her in a ‘class’!Whereas I took the ButterflyAforetime in my hat—He sits erect in ‘Cabinets’—The Clover…

Traced azure on her hand—Til pleading, round her quiet eyesThe purple Crayons stand.Till Daffodils had come and goneI cannot tell the sum,And then she ceased to bear it—And with the Saints sat down.No more her patient figureAt twilight soft to meet—No more her timid bonnetUpon the village street—But Crowns instead, and Courtiers—And in the midst…