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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between– Some Ruby Trousers hurried on— A Wave of Gold— A Bank of Day— This just makes out the…
Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze— Its name is put away As far from mine, as if no plight Had printed yesterday, …
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of…
A Shade upon the mind there passes As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering That some there be too numb to notice Oh God Why give if Thou must take away The Loved?
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two– A Breeze—a caper in the trees– And I’m a Rose!
A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret–then— A Secret–kept— That–can appal but One— Better of it–continual be afraid— Than it— And Whom you told it to–beside—
A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold Of some rare tenant of the mold, Else perished in the stone— So to the eye prospective led, This meekest flower…
A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours–a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes— We come to look with gratitude For the appointed Beam It deal us–stated as our food— And hungered for–the…
A precious–mouldering pleasure–’tis— To meet an Antique Book— In just the Dress his Century wore— A privilege–I think— His venerable Hand to take— And warming in our own— A passage back–or two–to make— To Times when he–was young— …
A poor–torn heart–a tattered heart— That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West— Nor noticed Night did soft descend— Nor Constellation burn— Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The…