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Unto the Disk before—But Sequence ravelled out of SoundLike Balls upon a Floor—

Who influences Flowers—Till they are orderly as Busts—And Elegant—as Glass—Who visits in the Night—And just before the Sun—Concludes his glistening interview—Caresses—and is gone—But whom his fingers touched—And where his feet have run—And whatsoever Mouth be kissed—Is as it had not been—

So larger to my EyesThat I stopped gauging—satisfied—For this enchanted size—It was the limit of my Dream—The focus of my Prayer—A perfect—paralyzing Bliss—Contented as Despair—I knew no more of Want—or Cold—Phantasms both becomeFor this new Value in the Soul—Supremest Earthly Sum—The Heaven below the Heaven above—Obscured with ruddier Blue—Life’s Latitudes leant over—full—The Judgment perished—too—Why Bliss…

The Spirit and the Dust.‘Dissolve’ says Death—The Spirit ‘SirI have another Trust’—Death doubts it—Argues from the Ground—The Spirit turns awayJust laying off for evidenceAn Overcoat of Clay.

Or in the Ratio of it,As the Schools would say—The Rainbow’s way—A SkeinFlung colored, after Rain,Would suit as bright,Except that flightWere Aliment—‘If it would last’I asked the East,When that Bent StripeStruck up my childishFirmament—And I, for glee,Took Rainbows, as the common way,And empty SkiesThe Eccentricity—And so with Lives—And so with Butterflies—Seen magic—through the frightThat they…

More fair, because impossibleThat any gain.The mountaln at a given distanceIn amber lies;Approached, the amber flits a little,–And that’s the skies!