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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue — The letting go A Presence — for an Expectation — Not now — The putting out of Eyes — Just Sunrise — Lest Day — Day’s Great Progenitor — Outvie Renunciation — is…
Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn— Of Riches—as unconscious As is the Brown Malay Of Pearls in Eastern Waters, Marked His—What Holiday Would stir his slow conception—…
Remorse — is Memory — awake — Her Parties all astir — A Presence of Departed Acts — At window — and at Door — Its Past — set down before the Soul And lighted with a Match — Perusal…
Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute— We will not drop the Dirk— Because We love the Wound The Dirk Commemorate—Itself Remind Us that we died.
Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid— How many times they—bore the faithful witness— Till we—are helped— As if a Kingdom—cared! Read then—of faith— That shone above the fagot— Clear strains of Hymn The River could…
Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm— Passive—as Granite—laps My Music— Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm! Would but the “Memnon” of the Desert— Teach me the strain That vanquished Him— When He—surrendered…
Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather From Our Garret go White—Unto the White Creator— Than invest—Our Snow— Thought belong to Him who gave it— Then—to Him Who bear…
Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye— Not with Coins—though they be Minted From an Emperor’s Hand— Be my lips—the only Buckle Your low Eyes—demand— Mine to stay—when all…
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.