It dropped so low in my regard

Be stationed with the CandidatesTill I have finer tried—The Poet searched PhilologyAnd when about to ringFor the suspended CandidateThere came unsummoned in—That portion of the VisionThe Word applied to fillNot unto nominationThe Cherubim reveal—

Where Liberty—Himself—abide with Thee—

‘Comparative Anatomy’—By which a single bone—Is made a secret to unfoldOf some rare tenant of the mold,Else perished in the stone—So to the eye prospective led,This meekest flower of the meadUpon a winter’s day,Stands representative in goldOf Rose and Lily, manifold,And countless Butterfly!

And all my House aglowDid fan and rock, with sudden light—‘Twas Sunrise—’twas the Sky—Impanelled from no Summer brief—With limit of Decay—‘Twas Noon—without the News of Night—Nay, Nature, it was Day—

For—put them side by side—The one the other will containWith ease—and You—beside—The Brain is deeper than the sea—For—hold them—Blue to Blue—The one the other will absorb—As Sponges—Buckets—do—The Brain is just the weight of God—For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—And they will differ—if they do—As Syllable from Sound—

Of a delivered syllable‘Twould crumble with the weight.