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No less bereaved was IUpon a New Peninsula—The Grave preceded me—Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—And when I sought my Bed—The Grave it was reposed uponThe Pillow for my Head—I waked to find it first awake—I rose—It followed me—I tried to drop it in the Crowd—To lose it in the Sea—In Cups of artificial DrowseTo steep…

And that, so least displays—One Art to recognize, must be,Another Art, to praise.

Were Universe—one Rock—And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block—I’d tunnel—till my GroovePushed sudden thro’ to his—Then my face take her Recompense—The looking in his Eyes—But ’tis a single Hair—A filament—a law—A Cobweb—wove in Adamant—A Battlement—of Straw—A limit like the VeilUnto the Lady’s face—But every Mesh—a Citadel—And Dragons—in the Crease—

Who live there—Are they ‘Farmers’—Do they ‘hoe’—Do they know that this is ‘Amherst’—And that I—am coming—too—Do they wear ‘new shoes’—in ‘Eden’—Is it always pleasant—there—Won’t they scold us—when we’re homesick—Or tell God—how cross we are—You are sure there’s such a personAs ‘a Father’—in the sky—So if I get lost—there—ever—Or do what the Nurse calls ‘die’—I shan’t…

And a Green Chill upon the HeatSo ominous did passWe barred the Windows and the DoorsAs from an Emerald Ghost –The Doom’s electric MoccasinThe very instant passed –On a strange Mob of panting TreesAnd Fences fled awayAnd Rivers where the Houses ranThose looked that lived – that Day –The Bell within the steeple wildThe flying…

‘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.