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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
His voice decrepit was with Joy – Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with Glee – Is it Delight or Woe – Or Terror…
His oriental heresies Exhilarate the Bee, And filling all the Earth and sky With gay apostasy Fatigued at last, a Clover plain Ensnares his jaded eye Sweet homestead where the butterfly Betakes himself to die – Intoxicated with the peace…
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start He carries a circumference In which I have no part Or even if I deem I do He otherwise may know Impregnable to inquest However neighborly –
His Mind like Fabrics of the East – Displayed to the despair Of everyone but here and there An humble Purchaser – For though his price was not of Gold – More arduous there is – That one should comprehend…
His Mansion in the Pool The Frog forsakes – He rises on a Log And statements makes – His Auditors two Worlds Deducting me – The Orator of April Is hoarse Today – His Mittens at his Feet No Hand…
His little Hearse like Figure Unto itself a Dirge To a delusive Lilac The vanity divulge Of Industry and Morals And every righteous thing For the divine Perdition Of Idleness and Spring –
His Heart was darker than the starless night For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
His Cheek is his Biographer – As long as he can blush Perdition is Opprobrium – Past that, he sins in peace –
His Bill is clasped – his Eye forsook – His Feathers wilted low – The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves Indifferent hanging now – The Joy that in his happy Throat Was waiting to be poured Gored through and…
High from the earth I heard a bird; He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation Nature had left behind.…