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But let a splinter swerve,‘T were easier for youTo put the water backWhen floods have slit the hills,And scooped a turnpike for themselves,And blotted out the mills!

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—

Haunts Candles in Brazil.Nature’s Experience would makeOur Reddest Second pale.Nature is fond, I sometimes think,Of Trinkets, as a Girl.

Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal!Mine—here—in Vision—and in Veto!Mine—by the Grave’s Repeal—Tilted—Confirmed—Delirious Charter!Mine—long as Ages steal!

And No Man—is the OneOf all the Battles prevalent—By far the Greater One—No News of it is had abroad—Its Bodiless CampaignEstablishes, and terminates—Invisible—Unknown&mdas h;Nor History—record it—As Legions of a NightThe Sunrise scatters—These endure—Enact—and terminate—

Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me?At Midnight, I am but a Maid,How short it takes to make a Bride—Then—Midnight, I have passed from theeUnto the East, and Victory—Midnight—Good Night! I hear them call,The Angels bustle in the Hall—Softly my Future climbs the Stair,I fumble at my Childhood’s prayerSo soon to be a Child no more—Eternity,…