In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
As’t were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre’s aid
Were challenging despair.
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So I keep bringing These—Just as the Night keeps fetching StarsTo our familiar eyes—Maybe, we shouldn’t mind them—Unless they didn’t come—Then—maybe, it would puzzle usTo find our way Home—
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If Others want to seeIt can be had on Window PanesSome Hours in the Day.But not for Compensation—It holds as large a GlowTo Squirrel in the HimmalehPrecisely, as to you.