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“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the Farmer— Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lover— Just revelation—to the Beloved— Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it— Brides—an Apocalypse— Worlds—a Flood— Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing— Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord
Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench— A Power of Renowned Cold, The Climate of the Grave A Temperature just adequate So Anthracite, to live— For some—an Ampler Zero— A…
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!Mine—by the Royal Seal!Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—Bars—cannot conceal! Mine—here—in Vision—and in Veto!Mine—by the Grave’s Repeal—Tilted—Confirmed—Delirious Charter!Mine—long as Ages steal!
Midsummer, was it, when They died—A full, and perfect time—The Summer closed upon itselfIn Consummated Bloom— The Corn, her furthest kernel filledBefore the coming Flail—When These—leaned unto Perfectness—Through Haze of Burial—
Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow Flickers upon Cordillera— At Day’s superior close!
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet Our bashful feet. My holiday shall be That they remember me; My paradise, the fame That…
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the…
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be scant For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet— As yet—My Heart be dry— Oh Lover—Life could not convince— Might Death—enable Thee— The River reaches…
Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.