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Just a paltry One—All forsook, for just a Stranger’sNew Accompanying—Grace of Wealth, and Grace of StationLess accounted thanAn unknown Esteem possessing—Estimate—Who can—Home effaced—Her faces dwindled—Nature—altered small—Sun—if shone—or Storm—if shattered—Overlooked I all—Dropped—my fate—a timid Pebble—In thy bolder Sea—Prove—me—Sweet—if I regret it—Prove Myself—of Thee—

A Honey’s WeightContent Her smallest fraction helpThe Amber Quantity—

Me stop to prove it—now—Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scantFor Opportunity—The River reaches to my feet—As yet—My Heart be dry—Oh Lover—Life could not convince—Might Death—enable Thee—The River reaches to My Breast—Still—still—My Hands aboveProclaim with their remaining Might—Dost recognize the Love?The River reaches to my Mouth—Remember—when the SeaSwept by my searching eyes—the last—Themselves were quick—with Thee!

Dawn—to the Teneriffe—Dice—to the Maid—Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—Just revelation—to the Beloved—Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it—Brides—an Apocalypse—Worlds—a Flood—Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing—Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord

Entirely for me—I thought that such were for the Saints,Where Resurrections—be—The Sun, as common, went abroad,The flowers, accustomed, blew,As if no soul the solstice passedThat maketh all things new—The time was scarce profaned, by speech—The symbol of a wordWas needless, as at Sacrament,The Wardrobe—of our Lord—Each was to each The Sealed Church,Permitted to commune this—time—Lest…

Though in another tree—She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal nestWith cunning care she wove—If either of her ‘sparrows fall,’She ‘notices,’ above.