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Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing— Rallies Her Glow, like a dying Friend— Teasing with glittering Amend— Only to aggravate the Dark Through an expiring—perfect—look—
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands— Into deep Eternity— Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead Quite Opposite—How Complicate The Discipline of Man— Compelling Him to Choose Himself His Preappointed Pain—
Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity Of an Austere trait in Pleasure— Good, without alarm Is a too established Fortune— Danger—deepens Sum—
Exhilaration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand The Soul achieves—Herself— To drink—or set away For Visitor—Or Sacrament— ‘Tis not of Holiday To stimulate a Man Who hath the Ample Rhine Within…
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat. I’ve known her from an…
Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. Except for winds—provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies. The smallest Housewife in…
Except the Heaven had come so near— So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me so— I had not hoped—before— But just to hear the Grace depart— I never thought to see— Afflicts me with…
Essential Oils—are wrung— The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns—alone— It is the gift of Screws— The General Rose—decay— But this—in Lady’s Drawer Make Summer—When the Lady lie In Ceaseless Rosemary—
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace— Retreating up, a Billow’s height Retreating blinded down Our undermining feet to meet Instructs to the Divine.