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Sent various—scattered ways—We parted as the Central FlintWere cloven with an Adze—Subsisting on the Light We boreBefore We felt the Dark—A Flint unto this Day—perhaps—But for that single Spark.

Saves she all of that for sunsets,–Prodigal of blue,Spending scarlet like a woman,Yellow she affordsOnly scantly and selectly,Like a lover’s words.

That is not of Mile or Main—The Will it is that situates—Equator—never can—

The Day that a Companion cameOr was obliged to die

For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the sea—For—hold them—Blue to Blue—The one the other will absorb—As Sponges—Buckets—do—The Brain is just the weight of God—For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—And they will differ—if they do—As Syllable from Sound—

A little trust—a demijohn—Can keep the soul alive—Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—Conscious—as old Napoleon,The night before the Crown!A modest lot—A fame petite—A brief Campaign of sting and sweetIs plenty! Is enough!A Sailor’s business is the shore!A Soldier’s—balls! Who asketh more,Must seek the neighboring life!