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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.
Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside— Instead of Passive Creatures, Denied the Cherishing Till They—the Cherishing deny— With Death’s Ethereal Scron—
Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date— Much Billow hath the Sea— One Baltic—They— Subtract Thyself, in play, And not enough of me Is left—to put away— “Myself” meanth Thee—…
Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud Is nothing that is chief, But still, Divinity dwells under a seal.
Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between. To fail within a Chance— How terribler a thing Than perish from the Chance’s list Before the Perishing!