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It tried—to be a Rose—And failed—and all the Summer laughed—But just before the SnowsThere rose a Purple Creature—That ravished all the Hill—And Summer hid her Forehead—And Mockery—was still—The Frosts were her condition—The Tyrian would not comeUntil the North—invoke it—Creator—Shall I—bloom?

Death—we do not know—Christ’s acquaintance with HimJustify Him—though—He—would trust no stranger—Other—could betray—Just His own endorsement—That—sufficeth Me—All the other DistanceHe hath traversed first—No New Mile remaineth—Far as Paradise—His sure foot preceding—Tender Pioneer—Base must be the CowardDare not venture—now—

An Honor, Thought can turn her toWhen lesser Fames invite—With one long ‘Nay’—Bliss’ early shapeDeforming—Dwindling—Gulfing up—Time’s possibility.

Just felt the world go by!Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,When breath blew back,And on the other sideI heard recede the disappointed tide!Therefore, as One returned, I feelOdd secrets of the line to tell!Some Sailor, skirting foreign shores—Some pale Reporter, from the awful doorsBefore the Seal!Next time, to stay!Next time, the things to…

You see, God bless his suddenness,A fellow in the skiesOf independent hues,A little weather-worn,Inspiriting habilimentsOf indigo and brown.With specimens of song,As if for you to choose,Discretion in the interval,With gay delays he goesTo some superior treeWithout a single leaf,And shouts for joy to nobodyBut his seraphic self!

By souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to beBy people of degreeThe breaking of the Day.Morning has not occurred!That shall Aurora be—East of Eternity—One with the banner gay—One in the red array—That is the break of Day!