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I first surmised the Horses» Heads

Were toward Eternity —

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I stepped from Plank to Plank

A slow and cautious way

The Stars about my Head I felt

About my Feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next

Would be my final inch —

This gave me that precarious Gait

Some call Experience.

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We outgrow love like other things

And put it in the Drawer —

Till it an Antique fashion shows —

Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

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If I can stop one Heart from breaking

I shall not live in vain

If I can ease one Life the Aching,

Or cool one Pain,

Or help one fainting Robin

Unto his Nest again,

I shall not live in Vain.

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Title divine — is mine!

The Wife — without the Sign!

Acute Degree — conferred on me —

Empress of Calvary!

Royal — all but the Crown!

Betrothed — without the swoon

God sends us Women —

When you — hold — Garnet to Garnet —

Gold — to Gold —

Born — Bridalled — Shrouded —

In a Day —

Tri Victory

«My Husband» — women say —

Stroking the Melody —

Is this — the way?

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We never know how high we are

Till we are called to rise

And then if we are true to plan

Our statures touch the skies —

The Heroism we recite

Would be a daily thing

Did not ourselves the Cubits warp

For fear to be a King —

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Rememberance has a Rear and Front —

'T is something like a House —

It has a Garret also

For Refuse and the Mouse,

Besides the deepest Cellar

That ever Mason laid —

Look to it by its Fathoms

Ourselves be not pursued —

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A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

I say it just

Begins to live

That day.

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There is no Frigate like a Book

To take us Lands away

Nor any Coursers like a Page

Of prancing Poetry —

This Traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of Toll —

How frugal is the Chariot

That bears the Human soul.

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Not with a Club, the Heart is broken

Nor with a Stone —

A Whip so small you could not see it

I've known

To lash the Magic Creature

Till it fell,

Yet that Whip's name

Too noble then to tell.

Magnanimous as Bird

By Boy descried —

Singing unto the Stone

Of which it died —

Shame need not crouch

In such an Earth as Ours —

Shame — stand erect —

The Universe is yours

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Let me not mar that perfect Dream

By an Auroral stain

But so adjust my daily Night

That it will come again…

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Belshazzar had a Letter —

He never had but one —

Belshazzar's Correspondent

Concluded and begun

In that immortal Copy

The Conscience of us all

Can read without its Glasses

On Revelation's Wall —

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Success is counted sweetest

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