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The first Day’s Night had come –

The first Day's Night had come --The first Day’s Night had come –
And grateful that a thing
So terrible — had been endured –
I told my Soul to sing –

She said her Strings were snapt –
Her Bow — to Atoms blown –
And so to mend her — gave me work
Until another Morn –

And then — a Day as huge
As Yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled its horror in my face –
Until it blocked my eyes –

My Brain — begun to laugh –
I mumbled — like a fool –
And tho’ ’tis Years ago — that Day –
My Brain keeps giggling — still.

And Something’s odd — within –
That person that I was –
And this One — do not feel the same –
Could it be Madness — this?

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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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Did Our Best Moment last –

Did Our Best Moment last --Did Our Best Moment last –
‘Twould supersede the Heaven –
A few — and they by Risk — procure –
So this Sort — are not given –

Except as stimulants — in
Cases of Despair –
Or Stupor — The Reserve –
These Heavenly Moments are –

A Grant of the Divine –
That Certain as it Comes –
Withdraws — and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms

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Exhilaration — is within –

Exhilaration -- is within --Exhilaration — is within –
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand

The Soul achieves — Herself –
To drink — or set away
For Visitor — Or Sacrament –
‘Tis not of Holiday

To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet — Best you can
Exhale in offering.

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God is a distant — stately Lover –

God is a distant -- stately Lover --God is a distant — stately Lover –
Woos, as He states us — by His Son –
Verily, a Vicarious Courtship –
“Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were such an One –

But, lest the Soul — like fair “Priscilla”
Choose the Envoy — and spurn the Groom –
Vouches, with hyperbolic archness –
“Miles”, and “John Alden” were Synonym –

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Not probable — The barest Chance –

Not probable -- The barest Chance --Not probable — The barest Chance –
A smile too few — a word too much
And far from Heaven as the Rest –
The Soul so close on Paradise –

What if the Bird from journey far –
Confused by Sweets — as Mortals — are –
Forget the secret of His wing
And perish — but a Bough between –
Oh, Groping feet –
Oh Phantom Queen!

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Before I got my eye put out

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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There came a Day at Summer’s full

There came a Day at Summer's fullThere came a Day at Summer’s full,
Entirely for me –
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections — be –

The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new –

The time was scarce profaned, by speech –
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe — of our Lord –

Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this — time –
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.

The Hours slid fast — as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands –
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands –

And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other’s Crucifix –
We gave no other Bond –

Sufficient troth, that we shall rise –
Deposed — at length, the Grave –
To that new Marriage,
Justified — through Calvaries of Love –