The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.
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Declaiming Waters none may dread –
Are so for that most fatal causeIn Nature – they are full –
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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!
Down Time’s quaint stream
We are enforced to sailOur Port a secretOur Perchance a GaleWhat Skipper wouldIncur the RiskWhat Buccaneer would rideWithout a surety from the WindOr schedule of the Tide –
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Are incomplete, and shy—For Greatness, that is ill at easeIn minor Company—A Smaller, could not be perturbed—The Summer Gnat displays—Unconscious that his single FleetDo not comprise the skies—
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Without a Misery—Others—whose instant’s wanting—Would be Eternity—The last—a scanty Number—‘Twould scarcely fill a Two—The first—a Gnat’s HorizonCould easily outgrow—
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I’d rather call him ‘Star.’It’s very mean of ScienceTo go and interfere!I slew a worm the other day—A ‘Savant’ passing byMurmured ‘Resurgam’—’Centipede’!‘Oh Lord—how frail are we’!I pull a flower from the woods—A monster with a glassComputes the stamens in a breath—And has her in a ‘class’!Whereas I took the ButterflyAforetime in my hat—He sits erect…