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When it begun–or if there wereA time when it was not–It has no Future–but itself–Its Infinite ContainIts Past–enlightened to perceiveNew Periods–of Pain.

With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And an Orchard, for a Dome —Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —I just wear my Wings —And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,Our little Sexton — sings.God preaches, a noted Clergyman —And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at least —I’m going, all…

Whole—like His Principle—Wide—like the SunriseOn fresh Eyes—Never had a Doubt—Laughs—at a Scruple—Believes all shamBut Paradise—Credits the World—Deems His DominionBroadest of Sovereignties—And Caesar—mean—In the Comparison—Baseless Emperor—Ruler of Nought—Yet swaying all—Grown bye and byeTo hold mistakenHis pretty estimatesOf Prickly ThingsHe gains the skillSorrowful—as certain—Men—to anticipateInstead of Kings—

The smallest Gamboge HandWith Fingers—where the Toes should be—Would more affront the Sand—Than this Quaint Creature’s Boot—Adjusted by a Stern—Without a Button—I could vouch—Unto a Velvet Limb—You’ll know Her—by Her Vest—Tight fitting—Orange—Brown—Inside a Jacket duller—She wore when she was born—Her Cap is small—and snug—Constructed for the Winds—She’d pass for Barehead—short way off—But as She Closer…

Has Anybody found?You’ll know it by the Row of StarsAround its forehead bound.A Rich man—might not notice it—Yet—to my frugal Eye,Of more Esteem than Ducats—Oh find it—Sir—for me!

Elate—a Bee—Thou’rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee’s Eternity—Content of fadingIs enough for me—Fade I unto Divinity—And Dying—Lifetime—Ample as the Eye—Her least attention raise on me—