Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die—
Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—
Dumbly testify—
We—who have the Souls—
Die oftener—Not so vitally—
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Its fee—to be of Gold—Had Nature—in Her monstrous HouseA single Ragged Child—To earn a Mine—would runThat Interdicted Way,And tell Him—Charge thee speak it plain—That so far—Truth is True?And answer What I do—Beginning with the DayThat Night—begun—Nay—Midnight—’twas—Since Midnight—happened—say—If once more—Pardon—Boy—The Magnitude thou mayEnlarge my Message—If too vastAnother Lad—help thee—Thy Pay—in Diamonds—be—And His—in solid Gold—Say Rubies—if He…
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And I had been the Rose—How gay upon your tableMy velvet life to close—Since I am of the Druid,And she is of the dew—I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole—And send the Rose to you.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants –
At Morning, in a Truffled HutIt stop opon a SpotAs if it tarried alwaysAnd yet it’s whole CareerIs shorter than a Snake’s Delay –And fleeter than a Tare –‘Tis Vegetation’s Juggler –The Germ of Alibi –Doth like a Bubble antedateAnd like a Bubble, hie –I feel as if the Grass was pleasedTo have it intermit…
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But our unfurnished eyes—
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Patience—Look within—Is an Insect’s futile forcesInfinites—between—‘Scaping one—against the otherFruitlesser to fling—Patience—is the Smile’s exertionThrough the quivering—
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Evangelists record,A Gymnast and an AngelDid wrestle long and hard—Till morning touching mountain—And Jacob, waxing strong,The Angel begged permissionTo Breakfast—to return—Not so, said cunning Jacob!‘I will not let thee goExcept thou bless me’—Stranger!The which acceded to—Light swung the silver fleeces‘Peniel’ Hills beyond,And the bewildered GymnastFound he had worsted God!