The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer --
Of her effacing Fathom
Is no Recoverer --

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The Treason of an Accent
Might vilify the Joy --
To breathe -- corrode the rapture
Of Sanctity to be --

The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Revery --
But his receding Swell
Substantiates a Peace
That makes the Ear inordinate
For corporal release --

I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
That such a Realm could be --
"The House not made with Hands" it was --
Thrown open wide to me --

The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to its Down
By Arm of Chivalry.

Of their peculiar light
I keep one ray
To clarify the Sight
To seek them by --

Summer laid her simple Hat
On its boundless Shelf --
Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt,
Snatch it for yourself.

Summer laid her supple Glove
In its sylvan Drawer --
Wheresoe'er, or was she --
The demand of Awe?

How know it from a Summer's Day?
Its Fervors are as firm --
And nothing in the Countenance
But scintillates the same --
Yet Birds examine it and flee --
And Vans without a name
Inspect the Admonition
And sunder as they came --

Take all away --
The only thing worth larceny
Is left -- the Immortality --

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --
Empty the Hearts that purchased you --

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Sister of Ophir --
Ah, Peru --
Subtle the Sum
That purchase you --

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Brother of Ophir
Bright Adieu,
Honor, the shortest route
To you.

"Tomorrow" -- whose location
The Wise deceives
Though its hallucination
Is last that leaves --
Tomorrow -- thou Retriever
Of every tare --
Of Alibi art thou
Or ownest where?

Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak --
Built of but just a syllable
The hugest hearts that break.

Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis' new house,
Durable as dawn
Whose antiquated blossom
Makes a world's suspense
Perish and rejoice.

Gathered into the Earth,
And out of story --
Gathered so that strange Fame --
That lonesome Glory
That hath no omen here -- but Awe --

How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream --

Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
Computed how the girth?
The Chestnut aged grows
In those primeval Clothes --

We know that we are wise --
Accomplished in Surprise --
Yet by this Countryman --
This nature -- how undone!

The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
He doth as punctual call
As on the conscientious Flower
And estimates them all --

The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Ditty is that Nature Sings --
And then -- enforces their delight
Till Synods are inordinate --

A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel's estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.

A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing.

His Cutlery -- he keeps
Within his Russer Lips --
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse --

Convicted -- could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we --

Death warrants are supposed to be
An enginery of equity
A merciful mistake
A pencil in an Idol's Hand
A Devotee has oft consigned
To Crucifix or Block