Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!
Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—
Thigh of Granite—and thew—of Steel—
Heedless—alike—of pomp—or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling—still—
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We actually HearWhen We inspect—that’s audible—That is admitted—Here—For other Services—as Sound—There hangs a smaller EarOutside the Castle—that Contain—The other—only—Hear—
‘Twas comfort in her Dying Room
A short relief to have the windWalk boldly up and knock –Diversion from the Dying ThemeTo hear the children play –But wrong the moreThat these could liveAnd this of ours must die.
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Till You had tasted first,Though cooler than the Water wasThe Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
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Confronting Sudden Pelf—A finer Shame of Ecstasy—Convicted of Itself—A best Disgrace—a Brave Man feels—Acknowledged—of the Brave—One More—’Ye Blessed’—to be told—But that’s—Behind the Grave—
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Enclosed ’twas not of RailA Consciousness its Acre, andIt held a Human Soul.Entombed by whom, for what offenceIf Home or Foreign born—Had I the curiosity‘Twere not appeased of menTill Resurrection, I must guessDenied the small desireA Rose upon its Ridge to sowOr take away a Briar.
It struck me every day
As if the cloud that instant slitAnd let the fire through.It burned me in the night,It blistered in my dream;It sickened fresh upon my sightWith every morning’s beam.I thought that storm was brief,–The maddest, quickest by;But Nature lost the date of this,And left it in the sky.