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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwell— And Life would all be Spring! She felt herself supremer— A Raised—Ethereal Thing! Henceforth—for Her—What Holiday! Meanwhile—Her wheeling King— Trailed—slow—along the Orchards— His haughty—spangled Hems—…
The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose! Deeper and deeper grew the stain Upon the window pane— Thicker and thicker stood the feet Until the Tyrian Was…
The Sun kept setting—setting—still No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—still No Dew upon the Grass— But only on my Forehead stopped— And wandered in my Face— My…
The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits Us not It magnifies our Freight
The Sun and Moon must make their haste— The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned— His Eye, it is the East and West— The North and South when He Do concentrate His…
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here— For other Services—as Sound— There hangs a smaller Ear Outside the Castle—that Contain— The other—only—Hear—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands– And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl–unwinds– He plies from Nought to Nought– In unsubstantial Trade– Supplants our Tapestries with His– In half the period– An Hour to rear…
The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn— Or She—Herself—ascended To too remote a Height For lower Recognition Than Her Omnipotent— This Mortal Abolition Is seldom—but as fair As Apparition—subject To Autocratic Air— Eternity’s…
The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity— As Lightning on a Landscape Exhibits Sheets of Place— Not yet suspected—but for Flash— And Click—and Suddenness.
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own— No treason it can fear— Itself—its Sovereign—of itself The Soul should stand in Awe—