But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts –
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home – in Paradise.
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It powders all the Wood.It fills with Alabaster WoolThe Wrinkles of the Road—It makes an Even FaceOf Mountain, and of Plain—Unbroken Forehead from the EastUnto the East again—It reaches to the Fence—It wraps it Rail by RailTill it is lost in Fleeces—It deals Celestial VailTo Stump, and Stack—and Stem—A Summer’s empty Room—Acres of Joints, where…
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His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a Single OnyxWith Chrysophrase, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant—His Idleness—a Tune—Oh, for a Bee’s experienceOf Clovers, and of Noon!
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Before it was imperative‘Twas all distinct to me –
My life closed twice before its close–
If Immortality unveilA third event to meSo huge, so hopeless to conceiveAs these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven,And all we need of hell.
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Her Garter—was of Gold—Her Petticoat—of Purple plain—Her Dimities—as oldExactly—as the World—And yet the newest Star—Enrolled upon the HemisphereBe wrinkled—much as Her—Too near to God—to pray—Too near to Heaven—to fear—The Lady of the OccidentRetired without a care—Her Candle so expireThe flickering be seenOn Ball of Mast in Bosporus—And Dome—and Window Pane—
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The first that I could recollectBereft I was—of what I knew notToo young that any should suspectA Mourner walked among the childrenI notwithstanding went aboutAs one bemoaning a DominionItself the only Prince cast out—Elder, Today, a session wiserAnd fainter, too, as Wiseness is—I find myself still softly searchingFor my Delinguent Palaces—And a Suspicion, like a…