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Nor Doubt of Scene to come,But an adjourning Heart –

Blameless of a Name—Efflorescence of a Sunset—Reproduced—the same—Seed, had I, my Purple SowingShould endow the Day—Not a Topic of a Twilight—Show itself away—Who for tilling—to the MountainCome, and disappear—Whose be Her Renown, or fading,Witness, is not here—While I state—the Solemn Petals,Far as North—and East,Far as South and West—expanding—Culminate—in Rest—And the Mountain to the EveningFit His…

Are ignorant of its ConcernAs if it were not born.Through all their former Places, weLike Individuals goWho something lost, the seeking forIs all that’s left them, now—

A waking on a mornTo find that what one waked for,Inhales the different dawn.

Lightning—lets awayPower to perceive His ProcessWith Vitality.Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—Stone of stolid Boy—Nor a Sportsman’s Peradventure—Who mine Enemy?Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit—All my Mansion torn—Sun—withdrawn to Recognition—Furthest shining—done—Yet was not the foe—of any—Not the smallest BirdIn the nearest Orchard dwellingBe of Me—afraid.Most—I love the Cause that slew Me.Often as I dieIts beloved RecognitionHolds a Sun…

But Sunset on the DawnReverses Nature—Master—So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.Eclipses be—predicted—And Science bows them in—But do one face us suddenly—Jehovah’s Watch—is wrong.