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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind—
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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You— Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings— Blame the little Hand Happy it be for You—a Beggar’s— Seeking More—to spend— Just to…
Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored, Shall stand to Our Right Hand— Most precious and the Dead— Next precious Those that rose to go— Then…
Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie— Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain— Their far—slow—Violet Gaze— My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still— The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill— Whose…