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Truth -- is as old as God --
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity --

And perish on the Day
Himself is borne away
From Mansion of the Universe
A lifeless Deity.

How well I knew Her not
Whom not to know has been
A Bounty in prospective, now
Next Door to mine the Pain.

Impossibility, like Wine
Exhilarates the Man
Who tastes it; Possibility
Is flavorless -- Combine

A Chance's faintest Tincture
And in the former Dram
Enchantment makes ingredient
As certainly as Doom --

Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation
Of the Seasons and the Sun.

Old the Grace, but new the Subjects --
Old, indeed, the East,
Yet upon His Purple Programme
Every Dawn, is first.

I cannot buy it -- 'tis not sold --
There is no other in the World --
Mine was the only one

I was so happy I forgot
To shut the Door And it went out
And I am all alone --

If I could find it Anywhere
I would not mind the journey there
Though it took all my store

But just to look it in the Eye --
"Did'st thou?" "Thou did'st not mean," to say,
Then, turn my Face away.

A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.

Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found,
If one care to, that is,
The Fox fits the Hound --

Good to know, and not tell,
Best, to know and tell,
Can one find the rare Ear
Not too dull --

I made slow Riches but my Gain
Was steady as the Sun
And every Night, it numbered more
Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same
But my perceiveless Gain
Inferred the less by Growing than
The Sum that it had grown.

Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,

But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.

Be Mine the Doom --
Sufficient Fame --
To perish in Her Hand!

Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain --
Twice a Winter's silver Fracture
On the Rivers been --

Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared --
Nature, Had'st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?

Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture --
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant -- overwhelmed Creature
Nodding in Navies nevermore --

Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain --
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design --

According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure --
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.

The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Certificate
Of minted Holiness.

I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

Till His best step approaching
We journey to the Day
And tell each other how We sung
To Keep the Dark away.

When the Astronomer stops seeking
For his Pleiad's Face --
When the lone British Lady
Forsakes the Arctic Race

When to his Covenant Needle
The Sailor doubting turns --
It will be amply early
To ask what treason means.

Apology for Her
Be rendered by the Bee --
Herself, without a Parliament
Apology for Me.

When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West

The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.

Banish Air from Air --
Divide Light if you dare --
They'll meet
While Cubes in a Drop
Or Pellets of Shape
Fit
Films cannot annul
Odors return whole
Force Flame
And with a Blonde push
Over your impotence
Flits Steam.