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And Roses in the Seed—A Summer briefer than the firstBut tenderer indeedAs should a Face supposed the Grave’sEmerge a single NoonIn the Vermilion that it woreAffect us, and return—Two Seasons, it is said, exist—The Summer of the Just,And this of Ours, diversifiedWith Prospect, and with Frost—May not our Second with its FirstSo infinite compareThat We…

Not all the vats upon the RhineYield such an alcohol!Inebriate of air am I,And debauchee of dew,Reeling, through endless summer days,From inns of molten blue.When the landlord turn the drunken beeOut of the foxglove’s door,When butterflies renounce their drams,I shall but drink the more!Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,And saints to windows run,To see the…

‘Tis a trifling knowledge—News-Boys salute the Door—Carts—joggle by—Morning’s bold face—stares in the window—Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—Houses hunch the HouseWith their Brick Shoulders—Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—To the very Square—His foot is passing—Possibly, this moment—While I—dream—Here—

To the failing EyeI could hold the latest Glowing—Robbed by LibertyFor Her Jugular Defences—This, too, I endured—Hint of Glory—it afforded—For the Brave Beloved—Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,Fraud of Death—to bear—It is Bounty—to Suspense’sVague Calamity—Stalking our entire PossessionOn a Hair’s result—Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—Trying if it split—

That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final inchOf your delirious Hem—And you dropt, lost,When something broke—And let you from a Dream—As if a Goblin with a Gauge—Kept measuring the Hours—Until you felt your SecondWeigh, helpless, in his Paws—And not a Sinew—stirred—could help,And sense was setting numb—When God—remembered—and the…

Can’t put the puppet bowingThat just now dangled still.An awe came on the trinket!The figures hunched with pain,Then quivered out of decimalsInto degreeless noon.It will not stir for doctors,This pendulum of snow;The shopman importunes it,While cool, concernless NoNods from the gilded pointers,Nods from seconds slim,Decades of arrogance betweenThe dial life and him.