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I'll clutch -- and clutch --I’ll clutch — and clutch –
Next — One — Might be the golden touch –
Could take it –
Diamonds — Wait –
I’m diving — just a little late –
But stars — go slow — for night –

I’ll string you — in fine Necklace –
Tiaras — make — of some –
Wear you on Hem –
Loop up a Countess — with you –
Make — a Diadem — and mend my old One –
Count — Hoard — then lose –
And doubt that you are mine –
To have the joy of feeling it — again –

I’ll show you at the Court –
Bear you — for Ornament
Where Women breathe –
That every sigh — may lift you
Just as high — as I –

And — when I die –
In meek array — display you –
Still to show — how rich I go –
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful –
And banish me –

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Some -- Work for Immortality --Some — Work for Immortality –
The Chiefer part, for Time –
He — Compensates — immediately –
The former — Checks — on Fame –

Slow Gold — but Everlasting –
The Bullion of Today –
Contrasted with the Currency
Of Immortality –

A Beggar — Here and There –
Is gifted to discern
Beyond the Broker’s insight –
One’s — Money — One’s — the Mine -

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A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!
Its fee — to be of Gold –
Had Nature — in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child –

To earn a Mine — would run
That Interdicted Way,
And tell Him — Charge thee speak it plain –
That so far — Truth is True?

And answer What I do –
Beginning with the Day
That Night — begun –
Nay — Midnight — ’twas –
Since Midnight — happened — say –

If once more — Pardon — Boy –
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message — If too vast
Another Lad — help thee –

Thy Pay — in Diamonds — be –
And His — in solid Gold –
Say Rubies — if He hesitate –
My Message — must be told –

Say — last I said — was This –
That when the Hills — come down –
And hold no higher than the Plain –
My Bond — have just begun –

And when the Heavens — disband –
And Deity conclude –
Then — look for me. Be sure you say –
Least Figure — on the Road –

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How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine --How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine –
I knew last night — when someone tried to twine –
Thinking — perhaps — that I looked tired — or alone –
Or breaking — almost — with unspoken pain –

And I turned — ducal –
That right — was thine –
One port — suffices — for a Brig — like mine –

Ours be the tossing — wild though the sea –
Rather than a Mooring — unshared by thee.
Ours be the Cargo — unladed — here –
Rather than the “spicy isles –”
And thou — not there –

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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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The Day that I was crownedThe Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days –
Until the Coronation came –
And then — ’twas Otherwise –

As Carbon in the Coal
And Carbon in the Gem
Are One — and yet the former
Were dull for Diadem –

I rose, and all was plain –
But when the Day declined
Myself and It, in Majesty
Were equally — adorned –

The Grace that I — was chose –
To Me — surpassed the Crown
That was the Witness for the Grace –
‘Twas even that ’twas Mine -

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Before I got my eye put outBefore I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see –
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way –

But were it told to me — Today –
That I might have the sky
For mine — I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me –

The Meadows — mine –
The Mountains — mine –
All Forests — Stintless Stars –
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes –

The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine — to look at when I liked –
The News would strike me dead –

So safer — guess — with just my soul
Upon the Window pane –
Where other Creatures put their eyes –
Incautious — of the Sun –

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I send Two Sunsets --I send Two Sunsets –
Day and I — in competition ran –
I finished Two — and several Stars –
While He — was making One –

His own was ampler — but as I
Was saying to a friend –
Mine — is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand –

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