The Sun from shining,
Nature—and some Men—
Rest at Noon—some Men—
While Nature
And the Sun—go on—
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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—
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To lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink;Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my brimming eyes away,And come next hour to look.The hands still hug the tardy glass—The lips I would have cooled, alas—Are so superfluous Cold—I would as soon attempt to warmThe bosoms where the frost has lainAges beneath the mould—Some other…
As subtle as tomorrow
A warrant, a conviction,Yet but a name.
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Means Dominion –Warms some poor nameThat never felt the Sun,Gently replacingIn oblivion –
I found the phrase to every thought
And that defies me,–as a handDid try to chalk the sunTo races nurtured in the dark;–How would your own begin?Can blaze be done in cochineal,Or noon in mazarin?
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With but a single Star—That often as a Cloud it met—Blew out itself—for fear—The Wind pursued the little Bush—And drove away the LeavesNovember left—then clambered upAnd fretted in the Eaves—No Squirrel went abroad—A Dog’s belated feetLike intermittent Plush, he heardAdown the empty Street—To feel if Blinds be fast—And closer to the fire—Her little Rocking Chair…