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Whose maids upon remoter greenKeep their Seraphic May—And all day long, with dance and game,And gambol I may never name—Employ their holiday.Here to light measure, move the feetWhich walk no more the village street—Nor by the wood are found—Here are the birds that sought the sunWhen last year’s distaff idle hungAnd summer’s brows were bound.Ne’er…

Divide Light if you dare—They’ll meetWhile Cubes in a DropOr Pellets of ShapeFitFilms cannot annulOdors return wholeForce FlameAnd with a Blonde pushOver your impotenceFlits Steam.

Which bears a swordCan pierce an armed man—It hurls its barbed syllablesAnd is mute again—But where it fellThe saved will tellOn patriotic day,Some epauletted BrotherGave his breath away.Wherever runs the breathless sun—Wherever roams the day—There is its noiseless onset—There is its victory!Behold the keenest marksman!The most accomplished shot!Time’s sublimest targetIs a soul ‘forgot!’

Believing if it intercedeIt shall at length be found.The Hour, and the Clime –Each Circumstance unknown,What Constancy must be achievedBefore it see the Sun!

The Clamoring for Gold—It kept me from a Thief, I think,For often, overboldWith Want, and Opportunity—I could have done a SinAnd been Myself that easy ThingAn independent Man—But often as my lot displaysToo hungry to be borneI deem Myself what I would be—And novel ComfortingMy Poverty and I derive—We question if the Man—Who own—Esteem the…

Competent to kill it,But decoyed may be.Bait it with the balsam,Seek it with the saw,Baffle, if it cost youEverything you are.Then, if it have burrowedOut of reach of skill –Wring the tree and leave it,‘Tis the vermin’s will.