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Assists the staggering MindIn an extremer AnguishUntil it footing find.An Unreality is lent,A merciful MirageThat makes the living possibleWhile it suspends the lives.

The loss of an Estate—Because Estates can beReplenished—faith cannot—Inherited with Life—Belief—but once—can be—Annihilate a single clause—And Being’s—Beggary—

That were the Mind dissolved—The Site—of it—by ArchitectCould not again be proved—‘Tis vast—as our Capacity—As fair—as our idea—To Him of adequate desireNo further ’tis, than Here—

As Blind Men learn the sun!To die of thirst—suspectingThat Brooks in Meadows run!To stay the homesick—homesick feetUpon a foreign shore—Haunted by native lands, the while—And blue—beloved air!This is the Sovereign Anguish!This—the signal woe!These are the patient ‘Laureates’Whose voices—trained—below—As cend in ceaseless Carol—Inaudible, indeed,To us—the duller scholarsOf the Mysterious Bard!

Cashmere—or Calvary—the same—Degree—or Shame—I scarce esteem Location’s Name—So I may Come—What Thou dost—is Delight—Bondage as Play—be sweet—Imprisonment—Content—And Sentence—Sacrament—Just We two—meet—Where Thou art not—is Woe—Tho’ Bands of Spices—row—What Thou dost not—Despair—Tho’ Gabriel—praise me—Sire—

Though no appearance indicate‘Tis threaded in the AirAnd though it do not wearAs if it never Tore‘Tis very comfortable indeedAnd spacious as before