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Lightly stepped a yellow star To it’s lofty place Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face All of evening softly lit As an Astral Hall Father I observed to Heaven You are punctual –

Lift it – with the Feathers Not alone we fly – Launch it – the aquatic Not the only sea – Advocate the Azure To the lower Eyes – He has obligation Who has Paradise –

Life is death — we’re lengthy at, Death the hinge to life.

“Lethe” in my flower, Of which they who drink, In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal As the Eye beholds Jupiter! my father! I perceive the rose!

Perhaps you tire – now – A small weight – is obnoxious – upon a weary Rope – but had you Exile – or Eclipse – or so huge a Danger, as would dissolve all other friends– ’twould please me…

Let others – show this Surry’s Grace – Myself – assist his Cross –

Let my first knowing be of thee With morning’s warming Light – And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns Engulph thee in the night –

Let me not thirst — with this Hock at my Lip, Nor beg, — with Domains in my Pocket –

Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accosts – The Garment of Surprise Was all our timid Mother wore…

Let down the Bars, Oh Death – The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is done – Thine is the stillest night Thine the securest Fold Too near Thou art for seeking Thee Too tender,…