In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise’ yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.
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Remembrance has a Rear and Front –
It has a Garret alsoFor Refuse and the Mouse.Besides the deepest CellarThat ever Mason laid –Look to it by its FathomsOurselves be not pursued –
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Whom not to know has beenA Bounty in prospective, nowNext Door to mine the Pain.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
The brain has corridors surpassingMaterial place.Far safer, of a midnight meetingExternal ghost,Than an interior confrontingThat whiter host.Far safer through an Abbey gallop,The stones achase,Than, moonless, one’s own self encounterIn lonesome place.Ourself, behind ourself concealed,Should startle most;Assassin, hid in our apartment,Be horror’s least.The prudent carries a revolver,He bolts the door,O’erlooking a superior spectreMore near.
March is the Month of Expectation.
The Persons of prognosticationAre coming now –We try to show becoming firmness –But pompous JoyBetrays us, as his first BetrothalBetrays a Boy.
Judgment is justest
His action laid away,Divested is of every DiskBut his sincerity.Honor is then the safest hueIn a posthumous Sun –Not any color will endureThat scrutiny can burn.
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The Soul cannot be rid—As easy the secreting herBehind the Eyes of God.The deepest hid is sighted firstAnd scant to Him the Crowd—What triple Lenses burn uponThe Escapade from God—