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More Life — went out — when He went

More Life -- went out -- when He wentMore Life — went out — when He went
Than Ordinary Breath –
Lit with a finer Phosphor –
Requiring in the Quench –

A Power of Renowned Cold,
The Climate of the Grave
A Temperature just adequate
So Anthracite, to live –

For some — an Ampler Zero –
A Frost more needle keen
Is necessary, to reduce
The Ethiop within.

Others — extinguish easier –
A Gnat’s minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen –

Whose Peat lift — amply vivid –
Ignores the solemn News
That Popocatapel exists –
Or Etna’s Scarlets, Choose –

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Not in this World to see his face –

Not in this World to see his face --Not in this World to see his face –
Sounds long — until I read the place
Where this — is said to be
But just the Primer — to a life –
Unopened — rare — Upon the Shelf –
Clasped yet — to Him — and Me –

And yet — My Primer suits me so
I would not choose — a Book to know
Than that — be sweeter wise –
Might some one else — so learned — be –
And leave me — just my A — B — C –
Himself — could have the Skies –

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There is a Languor of the Life

There is a Languor of the LifeThere is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain –
‘Tis Pain’s Successor — When the Soul
Has suffered all it can –

A Drowsiness — diffuses –
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness –
As Mists — obliterate a Crag.

The Surgeon — does not blanch — at pain
His Habit — is severe –
But tell him that it ceased to feel –
The Creature lying there –

And he will tell you — skill is late –
A Mightier than He –
Has ministered before Him –
There’s no Vitality.

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For Death — or rather

For Death -- or ratherFor Death — or rather
For the Things ‘twould buy –
This — put away
Life’s Opportunity –

The Things that Death will buy
Are Room –
Escape from Circumstances –
And a Name –

With Gifts of Life
How Death’s Gifts may compare –
We know not –
For the Rates — lie Here –

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To lose one’s faith — surpass

To lose one's faith -- surpassTo lose one’s faith — surpass
The loss of an Estate –
Because Estates can be
Replenished — faith cannot –

Inherited with Life –
Belief — but once — can be –
Annihilate a single clause –
And Being’s — Beggary –

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Of Course — I prayed –

Of Course -- I prayed --Of Course — I prayed –
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird — had stamped her foot –
And cried “Give Me” –
My Reason — Life –
I had not had — but for Yourself –
‘Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom’s Tomb –
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb –
Than this smart Misery.

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She lay as if at play

She lay as if at playShe lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away –
Intending to return –
But not so soon –

Her merry Arms, half dropt –
As if for lull of sport –
An instant had forgot –
The Trick to start –

Her dancing Eyes — ajar –
As if their Owner were
Still sparkling through
For fun — at you –

Her Morning at the door –
Devising, I am sure –
To force her sleep –
So light — so deep –

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Although I put away his life –

Although I put away his life --Although I put away his life –
An Ornament too grand
For Forehead low as mine, to wear,
This might have been the Hand

That sowed the flower, he preferred –
Or smoothed a homely pain,
Or pushed the pebble from his path –
Or played his chosen tune –

On Lute the least — the latest –
But just his Ear could know
That whatsoe’er delighted it,
I never would let go –

The foot to bear his errand –
A little Boot I know –
Would leap abroad like Antelope –
With just the grant to do –

His weariest Commandment –
A sweeter to obey,
Than “Hide and Seek” –
Or skip to Flutes –
Or all Day, chase the Bee –

Your Servant, Sir, will weary –
The Surgeon, will not come –
The World, will have its own — to do –
The Dust, will vex your Fame –

The Cold will force your tightest door
Some February Day,
But say my apron bring the sticks
To make your Cottage gay –

That I may take that promise
To Paradise, with me –
To teach the Angels, avarice,
You, Sir, taught first — to me.

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