653

A bird is of all beings

The Likest to the Dawn

An Easy Breeze do put afloat

The General Heavens – upon –

It soars – and shifts – and whirls –

And measures with the Clouds

In easy – even – dazzling pace –

No different the Birds –

Except a Wake of Music

Accompany their feet –

As did the Dawn emit a Tune –

For Extasy – of it

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Conscious am I in my Chamber,

Of a shapeless friend –

He doth not attest by Posture –

No Confirm – by Word –

Neither Place – need I present Him –

Fitter Courtesy

Hospitable intuition

Of his Company –

Presence – is His furthest license –

Neither He to Me

Nor Myself to Him – by accent –

Forfeit Probity –

Weariness of Him, were quainter

Than Monotony

Knew a Particle – of Space’s

Vast Society –

Neither if He visit Other –

Do He dwell – or Nay know I –

But Instinct esteem Him –

Immortality – 

680

Each Life Converges to some Centre -

Expressed – or still –

Exists in every Human Nature

A Goal –

Admitted scarcely to itself – it may be –

Too fair

For Credibility’s temerity to dare

Adored with caution – as a Brittle Heaven –

To reach

Were hopeless, as the Rainbow’s Raiment

To touch –

Yet persevered toward – surer – for the Distance –

How high –

Unto the Saint’s slow Diligence –

The Sky –

Ungained – it may be – by a Life’s low Venture –

But then –

Eternity enable the endeavoring

Again.

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As if the Sea should part

And show a further Sea –

And that – a further – and the Three

But a presumtion be –

Of Periods of Seas –

Unvisited of Shores –

Themselves the Verge of Seas to be –

Eternity – is Those -

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My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –

In Corners – till a Day

The owner passed – identified –

And carried Me away –

And now We roam the Sovreign Woods –

And now We hunt the Doe –

And every time I speak for Him –

The Mountains straight reply –

And do I smile, such cordial light

Upon the Valley glow –

It is a Vesuvian face

Had let it’s pleasure throught –

And when at Night – Our good Day done –

I guard My Master’s Head –

‘Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s

Deep Pillow – to have shared –

To foe of His I’m deadly foe –

None stir the second time –

On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –

Or an emphatic Thumb –

Thought I than He – may loger live

He longer must – than I –

For I have but the art to kill,

Without – the power to die – 

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Severer Service of myself

I – hastened tot demand

To fill the awful Vacuum

Your life had left behind –

I worried Nature whit my Wheels

When Her’ had ceased to run –

When she had put away Her Work

My own had just begun.

I strove to weary Brain and Bone –

To harass to fatigue

The glitterin Retinue of nerves –

Vitality to clog

To some dull comfort Those obtain

Who put a Head away

They knew the Hair to –

And forget the color of the Day –

Affliction would not be appeased –

The Darkness braced as firm

As all my strategem had been

The Midnight Confim –

No Drug for Consciousness – can be –

Alternative to die

Is Nature’s only Parmacy

For Being’ Malady - 

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Nature – the Gentlest Mother is

Impatient of no Child –

The feeblest – or the waywardest –

Her Admonition mild –

In Forest – and the Hill –

By Traveller – be heard –

Restraining Rampant Squirrel –

Or too impetuos Bird –

How fair Her Conversation

A Summer Afternoon –

Her Household – Her Assembly –

And when the Sun go down –

Her Voice among the Aisles

Incite the timid prayer

Of the minutest Cricket –

The most unworthy Flower –

When all the Children sleep –

She turns as long away

As will suffice to light Her lamps –

Then bending from the Sky –

Whit infinite Affection –

And infiniter Care –

Her golden finger on Her lip –

Wills Silence – Everywhere –