At Bases of the Trees—
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibiting—to These—
‘Twas Universe—that did applaud—
While Chiefest—of the Crowd—
Enabled by his Royal Dress—
Myself distinguished God—
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Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I’d tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro’ to his—Then my face take her Recompense—The looking in his Eyes—But ’tis a single Hair—A filament—a law—A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—A Battlement—of Straw—A limit like the VeilUnto the Lady’s face—But every Mesh—a Citadel—And Dragons—in the Crease—
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Of unsuspended Suns—Adds poignancy to Winter—The Shivering Fancy turnsTo a fictitious CountryTo palliate a Cold—Not obviated of Degree—Nor erased—of Latitude—
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Day and I—in competition ran—I finished Two—and several Stars—While He—was making One—His own was ampler—but as IWas saying to a friend—Mine—is the more convenientTo Carry in the Hand—