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The way Hope builds his House It is not with a sill — Nor Rafter — has that Edifice But only Pinnacle — Abode in as supreme This superficies As if it were of Ledges smit Or mortised with the…

The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind — A billow whispered in his Ear, “Come home with me, my friend — My parlor is of shriven glass, My pantry has a fish For every palate in…

The Voice that stands for Floods to me Is sterile borne to some — The Face that makes the Morning mean Glows impotent on them — What difference in Substance lies That what is Sum to me By other Financiers…

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall —

The Treason of an accent Might Ecstasy transfer — Of her effacing Fathom Is no Recoverer — — The Treason of an Accent Might vilify the Joy — To breathe — corrode the rapture Of Sanctity to be —

The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for Centuries delayed It’s fitness growing like the Flood In sumptuous solitude — The desolation only missed While Rapture changed it’s Dress And stood arrayed before the Change In ravished Holiness —

The things we thought that we should do We other things have done But those peculiar industries Have never been begun — The Lands we thought that we should seek When large enough to run By Speculation ceded To Speculation’s…

The Things that never can come back, are several — Childhood — some forms of Hope — the Dead — Though Joys — like Men — may sometimes make a Journey — And still abide — We do not mourn…

The Symptom of the Gale — The Second of Dismay — Between its Rumor and its Face — Is almost Revelry — The Houses firmer root — The Heavens cannot be found — The Upper Surfaces of things Take covert…

The Sweets of Pillage, can be known To no one but the Thief — Compassion for Integrity Is his divinest Grief —