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Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond!You dropped a purple ravelling in,You dropped an amber thread;And now you’ve littered all the EastWith duds of emerald!And still she plies her spotted brooms,And still the aprons fly,Till brooms fade softly into stars —And then I come away.

All other Riches beAs is the Twitter of a Bird—Heard opposite the Sea—I could not care—to gainA lesser than the Whole—For did not this include themself—As Seams—include the Ball?I wished a way might beMy Heart to subdivide—‘Twould magnify—the Gratitude—And not reduce—the Gold—

For the one ship that struts the shoreMany’s the gallant—overwhelmed CreatureNodding in Navies nevermore—

No other—was denied—I offered Being—for it—The Mighty Merchant sneered—Brazil? He twirled a Button—Without a glance my way—‘But—Madam—is there nothing else—That We can show—Today?’

Poets—ended—Silver—perished—with her Tongue—Not on Record—bubbled other,Flute—or Woman—So divine—Not unto its Summer—MorningRobin—uttered Half the Tune—Gushed too free for the Adoring—From the Anglo-Florentine—Late—the Praise—‘Tis dull—conferringOn the Head too High to Crown—Diadem—or Ducal Showing—Be its Grave—sufficient sign—Nought—that We—No Poet’s Kinsman—Suffocate—with easy woe—What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom—Put Her down—in Italy?

Profound – precarious Property –Possession, not optional –Double Estate – entailed at pleasureUpon an unsuspecting Heir –Duke in a moment of DeathlessnessAnd God, for a Frontier.