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Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled The bodiless begun; Two worlds, like audiences, disperse And leave the soul alone.
Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died— And all the Earth strove common round— Without Delight, or Beam— What Comfort was it Wisdom—was— The spoiler of Our Home?
Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way— A Skein Flung colored, after Rain, Would suit as bright, Except that flight Were Aliment— “If it would last” I…
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,– More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,– And that’s the skies!
Delayed till she had ceased to know— Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath— Later by just an hour than Death— Oh lagging Yesterday! Could she have guessed that…
Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Death sets a Thing significantThe Eye had hurried byExcept a perished CreatureEntreat us tenderly To ponder little WorkmanshipsIn Crayon, or in Wool,With “This was last Her fingers did”—Industrious until— The Thimble weighed too heavy—The stitches stopped—by themselves—And then ’twas put…
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all…
Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God— Of these Two—God remembers The longest—for the friend— Is integral—and therefore Itself dissolved—of God—
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit “Sir I have another Trust”— Death doubts it—Argues from the Ground— The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay.