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The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—”so loved”—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth— If smaller Patience—be— Through less Infinity— If Bravo, sometimes swerve— Through fainter Nerve— Accept its Most— And overlook—the Dust— Last—Least— The Cross’—Request—

The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but Two— The Churches are so frequent— The Ritual—so small— The Grace so unavoidable— To fail—is Infidel—

The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’s, Gone Westerly, Today— The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Morning just begun— What difference, after all, Thou mak’st Thou supercilious Sun?

The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue Till One Breadth cover Two— Remotest—still— Nor does the Night forget A Lamp for Each—to set— Wicks wide away— The North—Her blazing…

The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwell— And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer— A Raised—Ethereal Thing! Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— His haughty—spangled Hems—…

The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose! Deeper and deeper grew the stain Upon the window pane— Thicker and thicker stood the feet Until the Tyrian Was…

The Sun kept setting—setting—still No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still No Dew upon the Grass— But only on my Forehead stopped— And wandered in my Face— My…

The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits Us not It magnifies our Freight

The Sun and Moon must make their haste— The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned— His Eye, it is the East and West— The North and South when He Do concentrate His…

The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here— For other Services—as Sound— There hangs a smaller Ear Outside the Castle—that Contain— The other—only—Hear—