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Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen An Eternity—put on— Now—to ring a Door beyond Is the utmost of Your Hand— To the Skies—apologize— Nearer to Your…

Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You— Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings— Blame the little Hand Happy it be for You—a Beggar’s— Seeking More—to spend— Just to…

Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored, Shall stand to Our Right Hand— Most precious and the Dead— Next precious Those that rose to go— Then…

Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie— Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain— Their far—slow—Violet Gaze— My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still— The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill— Whose…

Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is Just Death, and cannot increase— Suspense—does not conclude— But perishes—to live anew— But just anew to die— Annihilation—plated fresh With Immortality—

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit–Life!

Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable whose Faith Just saves it from Despair And whose “I’ll meet You” hesitates If Love inquire “Where”? Upon His dateless…

Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon. Eclipses be—predicted— And Science bows them in— But do one face us suddenly— Jehovah’s Watch—is wrong.

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were…

Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whippoorwill And Oriole—are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o’er! Pray gather me— Anemone— Thy flower—forevermore!