Means Dominion –
Warms some poor name
That never felt the Sun,
Gently replacing
In oblivion –
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Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Red — is the Fire’s common tint —But when the vivid OreHas vanquished Flame’s conditions,It quivers from the ForgeWithout a color, but the lightOf unanointed Blaze.Least Village has its BlacksmithWhose Anvil’s even ringStands symbol for the finer ForgeThat soundless tugs — within —Re[f]ining these impatient OresWith Hammer, and with BlazeUntile the Designated LightRepudiate the Forge
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Go above your Nerve—He can lean against the Grave,If he fear to swerve—That’s a steady posture—Never any bendHeld of those Brass arms—Best Giant made—If your Soul seesaw—Lift the Flesh door—The Poltroon wants Oxygen—Nothing more—
Ended, ere it begun –
When the Preface perished from ConsciousnessThe Story, unrevealed –Had it been mine, to print!Had it been yours, to read!That it was not Our privilegeThe interdict of God –
The going from a world we know
Is like the child’s adversityWhose vista is a hill,Behind the hill is sorceryAnd everything unknown,But will the secret compensateFor climbing it alone?
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Of ‘Potose,’ and the mines!Reverently, to the HungryOf your viands, and your wines!Cautious, hint to any CaptiveYou have passed enfranchised feet!Anecdotes of air in DungeonsHave sometimes proved deadly sweet!
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I bring thee ProofThat till I lovedI never lived—Enough—That I shall love alway—I argue theeThat love is life—And life hath Immortality—This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—Then have INothing to showBut Calvary—