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The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought.Most shun the Public AirLegitimate, and Rare—The Capsule of the WindThe Capsule of the MindExhibit here, as doth a Burr—Germ’s Germ be where?

The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me.And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen hands,Presuming me to be a mouseAground, upon the sands.But no man moved me till the tideWent past my simple shoe,And past my apron and my belt,And past my bodice too,And made as he would eat me upAs wholly as…

Riches were good –But if they only stayAmpler to fly awayRiches are sad.

As slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me.A something in a summer’s noon—A depth—an Azure—a perfume—Transcending ecstasy.And still within a summer’s nightA something so transporting brightI clap my hands to see—Then veil my too inspecting faceLets such a subtle—shimmering graceFlutter too far for me—The wizard fingers never rest—The purple brook within the breastStill chafes it…

Her Garter—was of Gold—Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—Her Dimities—as oldExactly—as the World—And yet the newest Star—Enrolled upon the HemisphereBe wrinkled—much as Her—Too near to God—to pray—Too near to Heaven—to fear—The Lady of the OccidentRetired without a care—Her Candle so expireThe flickering be seenOn Ball of Mast in Bosporus—And Dome—and Window Pane—

Would it try mine—Worn—now—and dull—sweet,Writing much to thee.If it had no word,Would it make the Daisy,Most as big as I was,When it plucked me?