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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon— And when at night—Auroran widths Fling suddenly on men— ‘Tis this—and Witchcraft—nature keeps A Rank—for Iodine—
The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes— Never had a Doubt— Laughs—at a Scruple— Believes all sham But Paradise— Credits the World— Deems His Dominion Broadest of Sovereignties— And Caesar—mean— In the Comparison—…
The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust— The Faces of the Atoms If I shall see How more the Finished Creatures Departed me!
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,– The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity.
The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea— For—hold them—Blue to Blue— The one the other will absorb— As Sponges—Buckets—do— The…
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ‘Twere easier for You— To put a Current back— When Floods have slit the Hills— And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves— And trodden out the Mills—
The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway, Ajar—secure—inviting— It never did betray The Soul that asked its shelter In solemn honesty
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side— But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the same To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence— Or struggles to a Tree— Or clasps a Rock,…
The Birds reported from the South— A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today— The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng— I reinforced the Door— Go blossom for the Bees—I said— And trouble Me—no More— The…
The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon— I could not count their Force— Their Voices did expend As Brook by Brook bestows itself To multiply the Pond. Their…