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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come— But when the News be ripe— Presents it—in the Act— Forestalling Preparation— Escape—or Substitute— Indifference to Him— The Dower—as the Doom— His Office—but…
The Flower must not blame the Bee— That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay— Mistress is “not at home”—to say— To people—any more!
The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing— She said her Strings were snapt— Her Bow—to Atoms blown— And so to mend her—gave me work Until another…
The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well— ‘Twas stiller—though the first Was still— “Twas empty—but the first Was full— This—was my finallest Occasion—…
The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.” “You’re soon,” the Town replied, “My Faces are asleep— But swear, and I will let you by, You…
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus— til she rises The Vassal of the snow— The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore Til bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing on the shore.…
The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine— I’ll hand it to the Angel— That—Sir—was my Degree— In Kingdoms—you have heard the Raised— Refer to—possibly.…
The dying need but little, dear,– A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.
The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls upon a Floor—
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea— Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small— Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All— How larger—be? The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit— But she, forgetting Amphitrite— Pleads—”Me”?