Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you’ve littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars —
And then I come away.
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MY cocoon tightens, colors tease,
A dim capacity for wingsDegrades the dress I wear.A power of butterfly must beThe aptitude to fly,Meadows of majesty concedesAnd easy sweeps of sky.So I must baffle at the hintAnd cipher at the sign,And make much blunder, if at lastI take the clew divine.
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
But so adjust my daily NightThat it will come again.Not when we know, the Power accosts –The Garment of SurpriseWas all our timid Mother woreAt Home – in Paradise.
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Show justest—through an Open Tomb—The Dying—as it were a HeightReorganizes EstimateAnd what We saw notWe distinguish clear—And mostly—see notWhat We saw before—‘Tis Compound Vision—Light—enabling Light—The Finite—furnishedWith the Infinite—Convex—and Concave Witness—Back—toward Time—And forward—Toward the God of Him—
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Though She forget the name I bear—The fashion of the Gown I wear—The very Color of My Hair—So like the Meadows—now—I dared to show a Tress of TheirsIf haply—She might not despiseA Buttercup’s Array—I know the Whole—obscures the Part—The fraction—that appeased the HeartTill Number’s Empery—Remembered—as the Millner’s flowerWhen Summer’s Everlasting Dower—Confronts the dazzled Bee.
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By souls of sanityThe shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which, on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to beBy people of degreeThe breaking of the Day.Morning has not occurred!That shall Aurora be—East of Eternity—One with the banner gay—One in the red array—That is the break of Day!
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Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantilly dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear when Lutes be old.Loose the Flood—you shall find it patent—Gush after Gush, reserved for you—Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?