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You, unsuspecting, wear me too –And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness.

In a Cathedral Aisle,And understood no word it said—Yet held my breath, the while—And risen up—and gone away,A more Berdardine Girl—Yet—know not what was done to meIn that old Chapel Aisle.

‘Tis Resurrection Pain—The meeting Bands of smitten FaceWe questioned to, again.‘Tis Transport wild as thrills the GravesWhen Cerements let goAnd Creatures clad in MiracleGo up by Two and Two.

A Threadless WayI pushed Mechanic feet—To stop—or perish—or advance—Alike indifferent—If end I gainedIt ends beyondIndefinite disclosed—I shut my eyes—and groped as well‘Twas lighter—to be Blind—

Not all the vats upon the RhineYield such an alcohol!Inebriate of air am I,And debauchee of dew,Reeling, through endless summer days,From inns of molten blue.When the landlord turn the drunken beeOut of the foxglove’s door,When butterflies renounce their drams,I shall but drink the more!Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,And saints to windows run,To see the…

That Man and Woman know—Each Other’s Convert—Though the Faith accommodate but Two—The Churches are so frequent—The Ritual—so small—The Grace so unavoidable—To fail—is Infidel—