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Follow wise Orion Till you waste your Eye — Dazzlingly decamping He is just as high —

I know Suspense — it steps so terse And turns so weak away — Besides — Suspense is neighborly When I am riding by — Is always at the Window Though lately I descry And mention to my Horses The…

I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir — It grew as I pursued Till when around a Height It wasted from my sight Increased beyond my utmost scope I learned to estimate.

How fleet – how indiscreet an one – How always wrong is Love – The joyful little Deity We are not scourged to serve –

Her — “last Poems” — Poets — ended — Silver — perished — with her Tongue — Not on Record — bubbled other, Flute — or Woman — So divine — Not unto its Summer — Morning Robin — uttered…

He ate and drank the precious Words — His Spirit grew robust — He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust — He danced along the dingy Days And this Bequest of Wings Was…

Flees so the phantom meadowBefore the breathless Bee—So bubble brooks in desertsOn Ears that dying lie—Burn so the Evening SpiresTo Eyes that Closing go—Hangs so distant Heaven—To a hand below.

One Joy of so much anguish Sweet nature has for me I shun it as I do Despair Or dear iniquity — Why Birds, a Summer morning Before the Quick of Day Should stab my ravished spirit With Dirks of…

One crown that no one seeks And yet the highest head Its isolation coveted Its stigma deified While Pontius Pilate lives In whatsoever hell That coronation pierces him He recollects it well.

Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision. The channel of the dust who once achieves Invalidates the balm of that religion That doubts as fervently as it believes.