When the Winds of Will are stirred
Excellent is Bloom
But except its Russet Base
Every Summer be
The Entomber of itself,
So of Liberty –
Left inactive on the Stalk
All its Purple fled
Revolution shakes it for
Test if it be dead.
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To her divine Majority —Present no more —Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —At her low Gate —Unmoved — an Emperor be kneelingUpon her Mat —I’ve known her — from an ample nation —Choose One —Then — close the Valves of her attention —Like Stone —
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The privilege of few—Eternity—obtained—in Time—Reversed Divinity—That our ignoble EyesThe quality conceiveOf Paradise superlative—Through their Comparative.
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To the failing EyeI could hold the latest Glowing—Robbed by LibertyFor Her Jugular Defences—This, too, I endured—Hint of Glory—it afforded—For the Brave Beloved—Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,Fraud of Death—to bear—It is Bounty—to Suspense’sVague Calamity—Stalking our entire PossessionOn a Hair’s result—Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—Trying if it split—
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Where may be your House?‘I am Jesus—Late of Judea—Now—of Paradise’—Wagons—have you—to convey me?This is far from Thence—‘Arms of Mine—sufficient Phaeton—Trust Omnipotence’—I am spotted—’I am Pardon’—I am small—’The LeastIs esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest—Occupy my House’—
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Her Cargo—is of Dew—And still—my Heart—my Eye outweighs—East India—for you!
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A sweep of Gray—Some scarlet patches on the way,Compose an Evening Sky—A little purple—slipped between—Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—A Wave of Gold—A Bank of Day—This just makes out the Morning Sky.