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Lips unused to thee.Bashful, sip thy jasmines,As the fainting bee,Reaching late his flower,Round her chamber hums,Counts his nectars -alights,And is lost in balms!

Yet I—for it—would pay—My Soul’s entire income—In ceaseless—salary—One Pearl—to me—so signal—That I would instant dive—Although—I knew—to take it—Would cost me—just a life!The Sea is full—I know it!That—does not blur my Gem!It burns—distinct from all the row—Intact—in Diadem!The life is thick—I know it!Yet—not so dense a crowd—But Monarchs—are perceptible—Far down the dustiest Road!

Who dies—and to his friend—Beyond that—unconspicuousTo Anyone but God—Of these Two—God remembersThe longest—for the friend—Is integral—and thereforeItself dissolved—of God—

And Life is over there–Behind the ShelfThe Sexton keeps the Key to–Putting upOur Life–His Porcelain–Like a Cup–Discarded of the Housewife–Quaint–or Broke–A newer Sevres pleases–Old Ones crack–I could not die–with You–For One must waitTo shut the Other’s Gaze down–You–could not–And I–could I stand byAnd see You–freeze–Without my Right of Frost–Death’s privilege?Nor could I rise–with You–Because Your…

Means Dominion –Warms some poor nameThat never felt the Sun,Gently replacingIn oblivion –

‘Tis frequently the Way—Surpasses all that rose before—For utter Jubilee—As Nature did not care—And piled her Blossoms on—And further to parade a JoyHer Victim stared upon—The Birds declaim their Tunes—Pronouncing every wordLike Hammers—Did they know they fellLike Litanies of Lead—On here and there—a creature—They’d modify the GleeTo fit some Crucifixal Clef—Some Key of Calvary—