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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
“Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day— A “Savant” passing by Murmured “Resurgam”—”Centipede”! “Oh Lord—how frail are we”! I…
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on. The sun proceeds unmoved, To measure off another day, For an approving God.
Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay? Ah, said July— Where is the Seed— Where is the Bud— Where is the May— Answer Thee—Me— Nay—said the May— Show me the Snow—…
Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling—flying— Do the Buds to them belong? Angels, when the sun is hottest May be seen the sands among, Stooping—plucking—sighing—flying— Parched the flowers they bear along.
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its end Never Bud from a Stem Stepped with so gay a Foot Never a Worm so confident Bored at…
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference—Decay— Its Amber Revelation Exhilarate—Debase— Omnipotence’ inspection Of Our inferior face— And when the solemn features Confirm—in Victory— We start—as if detected In Immortality—
An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the Roofs— And whistled in the air— And shook their fists—…