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One Life of so much Consequence!
Yet I — for it — would pay –
My Soul’s entire income –
In ceaseless — salary –
One Pearl — to me — so signal –
That I would instant dive –
Although — I knew — to take it –
Would cost me — just a life!
The Sea is full — I know it!
That — does not blur my Gem!
It burns — distinct from all the row –
Intact — in Diadem!
The life is thick — I know it!
Yet — not so dense a crowd –
But Monarchs — are perceptible –
Far down the dustiest Road!
To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst — suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!
To stay the homesick — homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore –
Haunted by native lands, the while –
And blue — beloved air!
This is the Sovereign Anguish!
This — the signal woe!
These are the patient “Laureates”
Whose voices — trained — below –
Ascend in ceaseless Carol –
Inaudible, indeed,
To us — the duller scholars
Of the Mysterious Bard!
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Her — “last Poems” –
Poets — ended –
Silver — perished — with her Tongue –
Not on Record — bubbled other,
Flute — or Woman –
So divine –
Not unto its Summer — Morning
Robin — uttered Half the Tune –
Gushed too free for the Adoring –
From the Anglo-Florentine –
Late — the Praise –
‘Tis dull — conferring
On the Head too High to Crown –
Diadem — or Ducal Showing –
Be its Grave — sufficient sign –
Nought — that We — No Poet’s Kinsman –
Suffocate — with easy woe –
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom –
Put Her down — in Italy?
