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Discovered is without surprise,Proceeds without concern:Consumes, and no report to men,An Occidental town,Rebuilt another morningTo be again burned down.

Every time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings—Blame the little HandHappy it be for You—a Beggar’s—Seeking More—to spend—Just to be Rich—to waste my GuineasOn so Best a Heart—Just to be Poor—for Barefoot VisionYou—Sweet—Shut me out—

That gust and storm are by,Yet is she more convincingThan Philosophy.My flowers turn from Forums—Yet eloquent declareWhat Cato couldn’t prove meExcept the birds were here!

We actually HearWhen We inspect—that’s audible—That is admitted—Here—For other Services—as Sound—There hangs a smaller EarOutside the Castle—that Contain—The other—only—Hear—

Then disappearedAs Birds before achievingA Latitude.Our Retrospection of ThemA fixed Delight,But our AnticipationA Dice—a Doubt—

Sometimes—scalps a Tree—Her Green People recollect itWhen they do not die—Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—Dumbly testify—We—who have the Souls—Die oftener—Not so vitally—