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Oh what a Grace is this, What Majesties of Peace, That having breathed The fine — ensuing Right Without Diminuet Proceed!

Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee — ‘Twill never be the same to starve Now I abundance see — Which was to famish, then or now — The difference of Day Ask him unto the…

Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart — Oh Shadow on the Grass While I delay to guess Some other thou wilt consecrate — Oh Unelected Face…

Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet With Artery and Vein — Upon its fastened Lips lay words — Affiance it again To that Pink stranger we call Dust — Acquainted more with that Than with this horizontal one…

Oh Future! thou secreted peace Or subterranean woe — Is there no wandering route of grace That leads away from thee — No circuit sage of all the course Descried by cunning Men To balk thee of thy sacred Prey…

Of Yellow was the outer Sky In Yellower Yellow hewn Till Saffron in Vermilion slid Whose seam could not be shewn.

Of whom so dear The name to hear Illumines with a Glow As intimate — as fugitive As Sunset on the snow —

Of this is Day composed A morning and a noon A Revelry unspeakable And then a gay unknown Whose Pomps allure and spurn And dower and deprive And penury for Glory Remedilessly leave.

Of their peculiar light I keep one ray To clarify the Sight To seek them by —

Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door Shall the Playfellow Heart complain Though the Ring is unwhole, and the Company broke Can never be fitted again?