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After the Sun comes out How it alters the World – Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old – All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news – Fresh as a Cargo from Balize Nature’s qualities –

After all Birds have been investigated And laid aside Nature imparts the little Blue Bird – Assured Her conscientious voice Will soar unmoved Above ostensible vicissitude – First at the March Competing with the Wind – Her zealous Note Delights…

Advance is Life’s condition The Grave but a Relay Supposed to be a terminus That makes it hated so – The Tunnel is not lighted Existence with a wall Is better we consider Than not exist at all –

Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier And an effaceless “Few” are lifted there – Nay – lift themselves – Fame has no Arms – And but one Smile – that meagres Balms –

A World made penniless by that departure Of minor fabrics begs But sustenance is of the spirit The Gods but Dregs –

A word made Flesh is seldom And tremblingly partook Nor then perhaps reported But have I not mistook Each one of us has tasted With ecstasies of stealth The very food debated To our specific strength – A Word that…

A word is dead, when it is said, Some say – I say it just begins to live That day

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds We may inhale Despair At distances of Centuries From the Malaria –

A winged spark doth soar about – I never met it near For Lightning it is oft mistook When nights are hot and sere – It’s twinkling Travels it pursues Above the Haunts of men – A speck of Rapture…

A Wind that rose though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred – But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird. A Wind that woke a lone Delight Like Separation’s Swell – Restored in Arctic Confidence To…