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Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Wizard erudite! Teach me the skill,   That I instill the pain Surgeons assuage in vain, Nor Herb of all the plain Can Heal!

Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you— Do you think I’d stop For a Firmament— Or a Cubit—or so?   I could borrow a Bonnet Of the Lark— And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—…

Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—   I take a flower—as I go— My face to justify— He never saw me—in this life— I…

After great pain, a formal feeling comes– The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs– The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?   The Feet, mechanical, go round– Of Ground, or Air, or Ought– A…

After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,– Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace.   Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone orthography Of the elder dead.   Winds of summer fields Recollect the way,– Instinct…

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!   Of Life? ‘Twere odd I fear [a] thing That comprehendeth me In one or two existences— As Deity…

Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—   Drift may block within it Deeper than without— Daffodil delight but Him it duplicate—