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When the Winds of Will are stirredExcellent is BloomBut except its Russet BaseEvery Summer beThe Entomber of itself,So of Liberty –Left inactive on the StalkAll its Purple fledRevolution shakes it forTest if it be dead.

Until a sudden skyReveals the fact that One is raptForever from the Eye—Members of the Invisible,Existing, while we stare,In Leagueless Opportunity,O’ertakenless, as the Air—Why didn’t we detain Them?The Heavens with a smile,Sweep by our disappointed HeadsWithout a syllable—

As Beggars revel at a feastBy savory Fancy spread—As brooks in deserts babble sweetOn ear too far for the delight,Heaven beguiles the tired.As that same watcher, when the EastOpens the lid of AmethystAnd lets the morning go—That Beggar, when an honored Guest,Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed,Heaven to us, if true.

To Lives that stand alone—When One has failed to stop them—Is Human—but DivineTo lend an Ample SinewUnto a Nameless Man—Whose Homely BenedictionNo other—stopped to earn—

Divide Light if you dare—They’ll meetWhile Cubes in a DropOr Pellets of ShapeFitFilms cannot annulOdors return wholeForce FlameAnd with a Blonde pushOver your impotenceFlits Steam.

And you should live—And time should gurgle on—And morn should beam—And noon should burn—As it has usual done—If Birds should build as earlyAnd Bees as bustling go—One might depart at optionFrom enterprise below!‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will standWhen we with Daisies lie—That Commerce will continue—And Trades as briskly fly—It makes the parting tranquilAnd…