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The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns— Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood— The fine—unvarying Axis That regulates the Wheel— Though Spokes—spin—more conspicuous And fling a dust—the while. The Inner—paints the Outer— The Brush without the…

The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see— Tomorrow and Today— Perchance Eternity— The Only One I meet Is God—The Only Street— Existence—This traversed If Other News there be— Or Admirable Show—…

The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, –so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic,…

The One who could repeat the Summer day— Were greater than itself—though He Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun— At period of going down— The Lingering—and the Stain—I mean— When Orient have been outgrown And Occident—become…

The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear— The Wind pursued the little Bush— And drove away the Leaves November left—then clambered up And fretted…

The nearest Dream recedes—unrealized— The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee—before the School Boy, Invites the Race— Stoops—to an easy Clover— Dips—evades—teases—deploys— Then—to the Royal Clouds Lifts his light Pinnace— Heedless of the Boy— Staring—bewildered—at the mocking sky— Homesick…

The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road— Great Globules—in the Alleys— And Oh, the Shower of Stain— When Winds—upset the Basin— And spill the Scarlet Rain— It sprinkles Bonnets—far below— It…

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of…