Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.
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And spotted it with tears—Upon his infant face was setThe Cicatrice of years—All crumpled was the cheekNo other kiss had knownThan flake of snow, divided withThe Redbreast of the Barn—If Mother—in the Grave—Or Father—on the Sea—Or Father in the Firmament—Or Brethren, had he—If Commonwealth below,Or Commonwealth aboveHave missed a Barefoot Citizen—I’ve ransomed it—alive—
A door just opened on a street–
An instant’s width of warmth disclosedAnd wealth, and company.The door as sudden shut, and I,I, lost, was passing by,–Lost doubly, but by contrast most,Enlightening misery.
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‘A Soul has gone to Heaven’I’m answered in a lonesome tone—Is Heaven then a Prison?That Bells should ring till all should knowA Soul had gone to HeavenWould seem to me the more the wayA Good News should be given.
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
Like the June beeBefore the school-boyInvites the race;Stoops to an easy cloverDips–evades–teases–deploys;Then to the royal cloudsLifts his light pinnaceHeedless of the boyStaring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.Homesick for steadfast honey,Ah! the bee flies notThat brews that rare variety.
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All interspersed with weed,The little cage of ‘Currer Bell’In quiet ‘Haworth’ laid.Gathered from many wanderings—Gethsemane can tellThro’ what transporting anguishShe reached the Asphodel!Soft falls the sounds of EdenUpon her puzzled ear—Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,When ‘Bronte’ entered there!
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That such a day, permitted so,I groped upon his breast—It was a boundless place to meAnd silenced, as the awful seaPuts minor streams to rest.And now, I’m different from before,As if I breathed superior air—Or brushed a Royal Gown—My feet, too, that had wandered so—My Gypsy face—transfigured now—To tenderer Renown—Into this Port, if I might…