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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Love—is that later Thing than Death— More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand the sting The Second—to its friend— Disarms the little interval— Deposits Him with God— Then hovers—an inferior Guard— Lest…
Love—is anterior to Life—Posterior—to Death—Initial of Creation, andThe Exponent of Earth—
Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His…
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June As infinite Tradition As Cinderella’s Bays— Or Little John—of Lincoln Green— Or Blue Beard’s Galleries— Her Bees have a fictitious Hum— Her Blossoms,…
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These— ‘Twas Universe—that did applaud— While Chiefest—of the Crowd— Enabled by his Royal Dress— Myself distinguished God—
Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and Cochineal After the Day! “Departed”—both—they say! i.e. gathered away, Not found, Argues the Aster still— Reasons the Daffodil Profound!
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s name Some rumor of Delirium, No Summer—could—for Them— Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred— By Tropic Hint—some Travelled Bird…
Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night— Just Infinites of Nought— As far as it could see— So looked the face I looked upon— So looked itself—on Me— I offered it…
Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day. But not for Compensation— It holds as large a Glow To Squirrel in the Himmaleh Precisely, as to…