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Lest this be Heaven indeed An Obstacle is given That always gauges a Degree Between Ourself and Heaven.

Lest they should come – is all my fear When sweet incarcerated – here

Lest any doubt that we are glad — that they were born Today Whose having lived — is held by us in noble holiday Without the date, — like Consciousness or Immortality –

Left in immortal Youth On that low Plain That hath nor Retrospection Nor Again – Ransomed from years – Sequestered from Decay Canceled like Dawn In comprehensive Day –

Lay this Laurel on the one Triumphed – and remained unknown – Laurel – fell your futile tree – Such a Victor could not be – Lay this Laurel on the one – Too intrinsic for Renown – Laurel –…

Lain in Nature – so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed – Maddest Heart that God created Cannot move a sod Pasted by the simple summer On the Longed for Dead –

Lad of Athens, faithful be To thyself, And Mystery – All the rest is Perjury –

Knock with tremor – These are Caesars – Should they be at Home Flee as if you trod unthinking On the Foot of Doom – These seceded from your summons Centuries ago – Should they rend you with “How are…

Just Once! Oh Least Request! Could Adamant – refuse? So small – a Grace – so scanty – put – So agonized Urged? Would not a God of Flint – Be conscious of a sigh – As down his Heaven…

Judgment is justest When the Judged His action laid away Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity Honor is then the safest hue In a posthumous Sun Not any color will endure That scrutiny can burn.