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		+	Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976.
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		+	303 The Soul selects her own Society –
-	303	+	304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –
-	The Soul selects her own Society –	+	305 The difference between Despair
-	Then – shuts the Door –	+	306 The Soul's Superior instants
-	To her divine Majority –	+	307 The One who could repeat the Summer day –
-	Present no more –	+	308 I send Two Sunsets –
-	Unmoved – she notes the Chariots – pausing –	+	309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –
-	At her low Gate –	+	310 Give little Anguish -
-	Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling	+	311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
-	Upon her Mat –	+	312 Her - “last Poems“ -
-	I've known her – from an ample nation –	+	313 I should have been too glad, I see -
-	Choose One –	+	314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -
-	Then – close the Valves of her attention –	+	315 He fumbles at your Soul
-	Like Stone --	+	316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –
-	c.1862	+	317 Just so – Jesus – raps –
-	1890	+
		+	318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose –
		+	319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –
-	304	+	320 We play at Paste –
-	The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –	+	321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
-	Then sprang before the Hills	+	322 There came a Day at Summer's full,
-	Like Hindered Rubies – or the Light	+	325 Of Tribulation, these are They,
-	A Sudden Musket – spills –	+	326 I cannot dance upon my Toes –
		+	327 Before I got my eye put out
-	The Purple could not keep the East –	+	328 A Bird came down the Walk –
-	The Sunrise shook abroad	+	329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem
-	Like Breadths of Topaz – packed a Night –	+	330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is –
-	The Lady just unrolled –	+	331 While Asters –
		+	332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –
-	The Happy Winds – their Timbrels took –	+	333 The Grass so little has to do –
-	The Birds – in docile Rows	+	334 All the letters I can write
-	Arranged themselves around their Prince	+	335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
-	The Wind – is Prince of Those –	+	336 The face I carry with me – last –
		+	337 I know a place where Summer strives
-	The Orchard sparkled like a Jew –	+	338 I know that He exists.
-	How mighty 'twas – to be	+	339 I tend my flowers for thee –
-	A Guest in this stupendous place –
-	The Parlor – of the Day --	+	340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
-	c.1862
-	1891
		+	341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
-	305	+	342 It will be Summer – eventually.
-	The difference between Despair
-	And Fear – is like the One	+	343 My Reward for Being, was This.
-	Between the instant of a Wreck –
-	And when the Wreck has been –
		+	344 'Twas the old – road – through pain –
-	The Mind is smooth – no Motion –	+	345 Funny – to be a Century –
-	Contented as the Eye	+	346 Not probable – The barest Chance –
-	Upon the Forehead of a Bust –	+	347 When Night is almost done –
-	That knows – it cannot see –	+	348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,
		+	500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird
-	c.1862	+	501 This World is not Conclusion.
-	1914	+
		+	502 At least – to pray – is left – is left –
-	306	+	503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –
-	The Soul's Superior instants
-	Occur to Her – alone –	+	504 You know that Portrait in the Moon –
-	When friend – and Earth's occasion
-	Have infinite withdrawn –	+	505 I would not paint – a picture –
-	Or She – Herself – ascended	+	506 He touched me, so I live to know
-	To too remote a Height	+	507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles –
-	For lower Recognition	+	508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –
-	Than Her Omnipotent –
		+	509 If anybody's friend be dead
-	This Mortal Abolition
-	Is seldom – but as fair	+	510 It was not Death, for I stood up,
-	As Apparition – subject	+	511 If you were coming in the Fall,
-	To Autocratic Air –
		+	512 The Soul has Bandaged moments –
-	Eternity's disclosure	+	513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
-	To favorites – a few –
-	Of the Colossal substance	+	514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles –
-	Of Immortality
		+	515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –
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-	1914
		+	516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is –
-	307	+	517 He parts Himself – like Leaves –
-	The One who could repeat the Summer day –
-	Were greater than itself – though	+	518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
-	He Minutest of Mankind should be –
		+	519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us –
-	And He – could reproduce the Sun –	+	520 I started Early - Took my Dog -
-	At period of going down –
-	The Lingering – and the Stain – I mean –	+	521 Endow the Living – with the Tears –
		+	522 Had I presumed to hope –
-	When Orient have been outgrown
-	And Occident – become Unknown –	+	523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered
-	His Name – remain --	+	524 Departed – to the Judgment –
-	c.1862	+	525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand
-	1891	+
		+	526 To hear an Oriole sing
-	308	+	527 To put this World down, like a Bundle –
-	I send Two Sunsets –	+	528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election!
-	Day and I – in competition ran –	+	529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –
-	I finished Two – and several Stars –	+	530 You cannot put a Fire out –
-	While He – was making One –	+	531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming –
		+	532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing
		+	533 Two butterflies went out at Noon –
-	His own was ampler – but as I	+	534 We see – Comparatively –
-	Was saying to a friend –	+	535 She's happy, with a new Content –
-	Mine – is the more convenient
-	To Carry in the Hand --	+	536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first –
-	c.1862	+	537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt
-	1914	+
		+	538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –
-	309
-	For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –	+	539 The Province of the Saved
-	'Tis little I can do –
-	And yet the largest Woman's Heart	+	540 I took my Power in my Hand –
-	Could hold an Arrow – too –	+	541 Some such Butterfly be seen
-	And so, instructed by my own,
-	I tenderer, turn Me to.	+	542 I had no Cause to be awake –
		+	543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech –
-	c.1862	+	544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell –
-	1932	+
		+	545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts –
		+	546 To fill a Gap
		+	547 I've seen a Dying Eye
-	310	+	548 Death is potential to that Man
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-	Give little Anguish -	+
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-	Lives will fret -	+
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-	Give Avalanches -	+
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-	And they'll slant -	+
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-	Straighten – look cautious for their Breath -	+
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-	But make no syllable – like Death -	+
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-	Who only shows his Marble Disc -	+
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-	Sublimer sort – than Speech -	+
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-	It sifts from Leaden Sieves -	+
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-	It powders all the Wood.	+
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-	It fills with Alabaster Wool	+
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-	The Wrinkles of the Road -	+
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-	It makes an Even Face	+
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-	Of Mountain, and of Plain -	+
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-	Unbroken Forehead from the East	+
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-	Unto the East again -	+
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-	It reaches to the Fence	+
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-	It wraps it Rail by Rail -	+
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-	Till it is lost in Fleeces -	+
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-	It deals Celestial Vail	+
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-	To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -	+
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-	A Summer's empty Room -	+
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-	Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,	+
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-	Recordless, but for them -	+
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-	It Ruffles Wrists of Posts	+
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-	As Ankles of a Queen -	+
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-	Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -	+
-		+
-	Denying they have been -	+
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-	c.1862	+
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-	1891	+
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-	312	+
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-	Her - “last Poems“ -	+
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-	Poets – ended -	+
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-	Silver – perished – with her Tongue -	+
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-	Not on Record – bubbled other,	+
-		+
-	Flute – or Woman -	+
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-	So divine -	+
-		+
-	Not unto its Summer – Morning	+
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-	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 -	+
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-	Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman -	+
-		+
-	Suffocate – with easy woe -	+
-		+
-	What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom -	+
-		+
-	Put Her down – in Italy?	+
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-	c.1862	+
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-	1914	+
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-	I should have been too glad, I see -	+
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-	Too lifted - for the scant degree	+
-		+
-	Of Life's penurious Round -	+
-		+
-	My little Circuit would have shamed	+
-		+
-	This new Circumference - have blamed -	+
-		+
-	The homelier time behind.	+
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-	I should have been too saved - I see -	+
-		+
-	Too rescued - Fear too dim to me	+
-		+
-	That I could spell the Prayer	+
-		+
-	I knew so perfect – yesterday -	+
-		+
-	That Scalding One – Sabachthani -	+
-		+
-	Recited fluent - here -	+
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-	Earth would have been too much - I see -	+
-		+
-	And Heaven - not enough for me -	+
-		+
-	I should have had the Joy	+
-		+
-	Without the fear - to justify -	+
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-	The Palm - without the Calvary -	+
-		+
-	So Savior – Crucify -	+
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-	Defeat - whets Victory - they say -	+
-		+
-	The Reefs - in old Gethsemane -	+
-		+
-	Endear the Coast – beyond!	+
-		+
-	'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define -	+
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-	'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine -	+
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-	“Faith” bleats - to understand!	+
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-	c.1862	+
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-	1891	+
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-	Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -	+
-		+
-	Sometimes – scalps a Tree -	+
-		+
-	Her Green Peaople recollect it	+
-		+
-	When they do not die -	+
-		+
-		+
-	Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons -	+
-		+
-	Dumbly testify -	+
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-	We – who have the Souls -	+
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-	Die oftener – Not so vitally -	+
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-	c.1862	+
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-	1945	+
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-	He fumbles at your Soul	+
-		+
-	As Players at the Keys	+
-		+
-	Before they drop full Music on -	+
-		+
-	He stuns you by degrees -	+
-		+
-	Prepares your brittle Nature	+
-		+
-	For the Ethereal Blow	+
-		+
-	By fainter Hammers – further heard -	+
-		+
-	Then nearer – Then so slow	+
-		+
-	Your Breath has time to straighten -	+
-		+
-	Your Brain – to bubble Cool -	+
-		+
-	Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt -	+
-		+
-	That scalps your naked Soul -	+
-		+
-		+
-	When Winds take Forests in their Paws -	+
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-	The Universe – is still -	+
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-	c.1862	+
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-	1896	+
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-	The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –	+
-		+
-	Further than that –	+
-		+
-	Nor stop to play with the Hay –	+
-		+
-	Nor joggle a Hat –	+
-		+
-	He's a transitive fellow – very –	+
-		+
-	Rely on that –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If He leave a Bur at the door	+
-		+
-	We know He has climbed a Fir –	+
-		+
-	But the Fir is Where – Declare –	+
-		+
-	Were you ever there?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If He brings Odors of Clovers –	+
-		+
-	And that is His business – not Ours –	+
-		+
-	Then He has been with the Mowers –	+
-		+
-	Whetting away the Hours	+
-		+
-	To sweet pauses of Hay –	+
-		+
-	His Way – of a June Day –	+
-		+
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-	If He fling Sand, and Pebble –	+
-		+
-	Little Boys Hats – and Stubble –	+
-		+
-	With an occasional Steeple –	+
-		+
-	And a hoarse "Get out of the way,	+
-		+
-	I say," Who'd be the fool to stay?	+
-		+
-	Would you – Say –	+
-		+
-	Would you be the fool to stay?	+
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-	c.1862	+
-	1932	+
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-	317	+
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-	Just so – Jesus – raps –	+
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-	He – doesn't weary –	+
-		+
-	Last – at the Knocker –	+
-		+
-	And first – at the Bell.	+
-		+
-	Then – on divinest tiptoe – standing –	+
-		+
-	Might He but spy the lady's soul –	+
-		+
-	When He – retires –	+
-		+
-	Chilled – or weary –	+
-		+
-	It will be ample time for – me –	+
-		+
-	Patient – upon the steps – until then –	+
-		+
-	Hears! I am knocking – low at thee.	+
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-	c.1861	+
-	1914	+
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-	318	+
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-	I'll tell you how the Sun rose –	+
-		+
-	A Ribbon at a time –	+
-		+
-	The Steeples swam in Amethyst –	+
-		+
-	The news, like Squirrels, ran –	+
-		+
-	The Hills untied their Bonnets –	+
-		+
-	The Bobolinks – begun –	+
-		+
-	Then I said softly to myself –	+
-		+
-	"That must have been the Sun"!	+
-		+
-	But how he set – I know not –	+
-		+
-	There seemed a purple stile	+
-		+
-	That little Yellow boys and girls	+
-		+
-	Were climbing all the while –	+
-		+
-	Till when they reached the other side,	+
-		+
-	A Dominie in Gray –	+
-		+
-	Put gently up the evening Bars –	+
-		+
-	And led the flock away –	+
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-	c.1860	+
-	1890	+
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-	319	+
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-	The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –	+
-		+
-	The Heaven we chase,	+
-		+
-	Like the June Bee – before the School Boy,	+
-		+
-	Invites the Race –	+
-		+
-	Stoops – to an easy Clover –	+
-		+
-	Dips – evades – teases – deploys –	+
-		+
-	Then – to the Royal Clouds	+
-		+
-	Lifts his light Pinnace –	+
-		+
-	Heedless of the Boy –	+
-		+
-	Staring – bewildered – at the mocking sky –	+
-		+
-	Homesick for steadfast Honey –	+
-		+
-	Ah, the Bee flies not	+
-		+
-	That brews that rare variety!	+
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-	c.1861	+
-	1891	+
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-	320	+
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-	We play at Paste –	+
-		+
-	Till qualified, for Pearl –	+
-		+
-	Then, drop the Paste –	+
-		+
-	And deem ourself a fool –	+
-		+
-		+
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-	The Shapes – though – were similar –	+
-		+
-	And our new Hands	+
-		+
-	Learned Gem-Tactics –	+
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-	Practicing Sands –	+
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-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
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-	321	+
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-	Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,	+
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-	There's not a Charge to me	+
-		+
-	Like that old measure in the Boughs –	+
-		+
-	That phraseless Melody –	+
-		+
-	The Wind does – working like a Hand,	+
-		+
-	Whose fingers Comb the Sky –	+
-		+
-	Then quiver down – with tufts of Tune –	+
-		+
-	Permitted Gods, and me –	+
-		+
-		+
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-	Inheritance, it is, to us –	+
-		+
-	Beyond the Art to Earn –	+
-		+
-	Beyond the trait to take away	+
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-	By Robber, since the Gain	+
-		+
-	Is gotten not of fingers –	+
-		+
-	And inner than the Bone –	+
-		+
-	Hid golden, for the whole of Days,	+
-		+
-	And even in the Urn,	+
-		+
-	I cannot vouch the merry Dust	+
-		+
-	Do not arise and play	+
-		+
-	In some odd fashion of its own,	+
-		+
-	Some quainter Holiday,	+
-		+
-	When Winds go round and round in Bands –	+
-		+
-	And thrum upon the door,	+
-		+
-	And Birds take places, overhead,	+
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-	To bear them Orchestra.	+
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-	I crave Him grace of Summer Boughs,	+
-		+
-	If such an Outcast be –	+
-		+
-	Who never heard that fleshless Chant –	+
-		+
-	Rise – solemn – on the Tree,	+
-		+
-	As if some Caravan of Sound	+
-		+
-	Off Deserts, in the Sky,	+
-		+
-	Had parted Rank,	+
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-	Then knit, and swept –	+
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-	In Seamless Company –	+
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-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
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-	322	+
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-	There came a Day at Summer's full,	+
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-	Entirely for me –	+
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-	I thought that such were for the Saints,	+
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-	Where Resurrections – be –	+
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-	The Sun, as common, went abroad,	+
-		+
-	The flowers, accustomed, blew,	+
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-	As if no soul the solstice passed	+
-		+
-	That maketh all things new –	+
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-	The time was scarce profaned, by speech –	+
-		+
-	The symbol of a word	+
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-	Was needless, as at Sacrament,	+
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-	The Wardrobe – of our Lord –	+
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-	Each was to each The Sealed Church,	+
-		+
-	Permitted to commune this – time –	+
-		+
-	Lest we too awkward show	+
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-	At Supper of the Lamb.	+
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-	The Hours slid fast – as Hours will,	+
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-	Clutched tight, by greedy hands –	+
-		+
-	So faces on two Decks, look back,	+
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-	Bound to opposing lands –	+
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-	And so when all the time had leaked,	+
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-	Without external sound	+
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-	Each bound the Other's Crucifix –	+
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-	We gave no other Bond –	+
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-	Sufficient troth, that we shall rise –	+
-		+
-	Deposed – at length, the Grave –	+
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-	To that new Marriage,	+
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-	Justified – through Calvaries of Love –	+
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-	c.1861	+
-	1890	+
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-	As if I asked a common Alms,	+
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-	And in my wondering hand	+
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-	A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,	+
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-	And I, bewildered, stand –	+
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-	As if I asked the Orient	+
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-	Had it for me a Morn –	+
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-	And it should lift its purple Dikes,	+
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-	And shatter me with Dawn!	+
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-	1891	+
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-	324	+
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-	Some keep the Sabbath going to the Church –	+
-		+
-	I keep it, staying at Home –	+
-		+
-	With a Bobolink for a Chorister –	+
-		+
-	And an Orchard, for a Dome –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –	+
-		+
-	I just wear my Wings –	+
-		+
-	And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,	+
-		+
-	Our little Sexton – sings.	+
-		+
-		+
-	God preaches, a noted Clergyman –	+
-		+
-	And the sermon is never long,	+
-		+
-	So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –	+
-		+
-	I'm going, all along.	+
-		+
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-	c.1860	+
-	1864	+
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-	325	+
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-	Of Tribulation, these are They,	+
-		+
-	Denoted by the White –	+
-		+
-	The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank	+
-		+
-	Of Victors – designate –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	All these – did conquer –	+
-		+
-	But the ones who overcame most times –	+
-		+
-	Wear nothing commoner than Snow –	+
-		+
-	No Ornament, but Palms –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Surrender – is a sort unknown –	+
-		+
-	On this superior soil –	+
-		+
-	Defeat – an outgrown Anguish –	+
-		+
-	Remembered, as the Mile	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Our panting Ankle barely passed –	+
-		+
-	When Night devoured the Road –	+
-		+
-	But we – stood whispering in the House –	+
-		+
-	And all we said – was "Saved"!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1861	+
-	1891	+
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-	326	+
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-	I cannot dance upon my Toes –	+
-		+
-	No Man instructed me –	+
-		+
-	But oftentimes, among my mind,	+
-		+
-	A Glee possesseth me,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	That had I Ballet knowledge –	+
-		+
-	Would put itself abroad	+
-		+
-	In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe –	+
-		+
-	Or lay a Prima, mad,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And though I had no Gown of Gauze –	+
-		+
-	No Ringlet, to my Hair,	+
-		+
-	Nor hopped to Audiences – like Birds,	+
-		+
-	One Claw upon the Air,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,	+
-		+
-	Nor rolled on wheels of snow	+
-		+
-	Till I was out of sight, in sound,	+
-		+
-	The House encore me so –	+
-		+
-		+
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-	Nor any know I know the Art	+
-		+
-	I mention – easy – Here –	+
-		+
-	Nor any Placard boast me –	+
-		+
-	It's full as Opera –	+
-		+
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-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
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-	327	+
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-	Before 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 –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
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-	328	+
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-	A Bird came down the Walk –	+
-		+
-	He did not know I saw –	+
-		+
-	He bit an Angleworm in halves	+
-		+
-	And ate the fellow, raw,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then he drank a Dew	+
-		+
-	From a convenient Grass –	+
-		+
-	And then hopped sidewise to the Wall	+
-		+
-	To let a Beetle pass –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He glanced with rapid eyes	+
-		+
-	That hurried all around –	+
-		+
-	They looked like frightened Beads, I thought –	+
-		+
-	He stirred his Velvet Head	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Like one in danger, Cautious,	+
-		+
-	I offered him a Crumb	+
-		+
-	And he unrolled his feathers	+
-		+
-	And rowed him softer home –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Than Oars divide the Ocean,	+
-		+
-	Too silver for a seam –	+
-		+
-	Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon	+
-		+
-	Leap, plashless as they swim.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	329	+
-		+
-	So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem	+
-		+
-	'Twas sorry, that we were –	+
-		+
-	For where the Holiday should be	+
-		+
-	There publishes a Tear –	+
-		+
-	Nor how Ourselves be justified –	+
-		+
-	Since Grief and Joy are done	+
-		+
-	So similar – An Optizan	+
-		+
-	Could not decide between –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1894	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	330	+
-		+
-	The Juggler's Hat her Country is –	+
-		+
-	The Mountain Gorse – the Bee's!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1861	+
-	1894	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	331	+
-		+
-	While Asters –	+
-		+
-	On the Hill –	+
-		+
-	Their Everlasting fashions – set –	+
-		+
-	And Covenant Gentians – Frill!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1861	+
-	1894	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	332	+
-		+
-	There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –	+
-		+
-	Whose forces Spheric wind	+
-		+
-	Until the Velvet product	+
-		+
-	Drop spicy to the ground –	+
-		+
-	A homelier maturing –	+
-		+
-	A process in the Bur –	+
-		+
-	That teeth of Frosts alone disclose	+
-		+
-	In far October Air.	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1894	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	333	+
-		+
-	The Grass so little has to do –	+
-		+
-	A Sphere of simple Green –	+
-		+
-	With only Butterflies to brood	+
-		+
-	And Bees to entertain –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And stir all day to pretty Tunes	+
-		+
-	The Breezes fetch along –	+
-		+
-	And hold the Sunshine in its lap	+
-		+
-	And bow to everything –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls –	+
-		+
-	And make itself so fine	+
-		+
-	A Duchess were too common	+
-		+
-	For such a noticing –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And even when it dies – to pass	+
-		+
-	In Odors so divine –	+
-		+
-	Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep –	+
-		+
-	Or Spikenards, perishing –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell –	+
-		+
-	And dream the Days away,	+
-		+
-	The Grass so little has to do	+
-		+
-	I wish I were a Hay –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	334	+
-		+
-	All the letters I can write	+
-		+
-	Are not fair as this –	+
-		+
-	Syllables of Velvet –	+
-		+
-	Sentences of Plush,	+
-		+
-	Depths of Ruby, undrained,	+
-		+
-	Hid, Lip, for Thee –	+
-		+
-	Play it were a Humming Bird –	+
-		+
-	And just sipped – me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	335	+
-		+
-	'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –	+
-		+
-	'Tis Living – hurts us more –	+
-		+
-	But Dying – is a different way –	+
-		+
-	A Kind behind the Door –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Southern Custom – of the Bird –	+
-		+
-	That ere the Frosts are due –	+
-		+
-	Accepts a better Latitude –	+
-		+
-	We – are the Birds – that stay.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Shrivers round Farmers' doors –	+
-		+
-	For whose reluctant Crumb –	+
-		+
-	We stipulate – till pitying	+
-		+
-	Snows Persuade our Feathers Home.	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	336	+
-		+
-	The face I carry with me – last –	+
-		+
-	When I go out of Time –	+
-		+
-	To take my Rank – by – in the West –	+
-		+
-	That face – will just be thine –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I'll hand it to the Angel –	+
-		+
-	That – Sir – was my Degree –	+
-		+
-	In Kingdoms – you have heard the Raised –	+
-		+
-	Refer to – possibly.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He'll take it – scan it – step aside –	+
-		+
-	Return – with such a crown	+
-		+
-	As Gabriel – never capered at –	+
-		+
-	And beg me put it on –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then – he'll turn me round and round –	+
-		+
-	To an admiring sky –	+
-		+
-	As one that bore her Master's name –	+
-		+
-	Sufficient Royalty!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	337	+
-		+
-	I know a place where Summer strives	+
-		+
-	With such a practised Frost –	+
-		+
-	She – each year – leads her Daisies back –	+
-		+
-	Recording briefly – "Lost" –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But when the South Wind stirs the Pools	+
-		+
-	And struggles in the lanes –	+
-		+
-	Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow –	+
-		+
-	And she pours soft Refrains	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Into the lap of Adamant –	+
-		+
-	And spices – and the Dew –	+
-		+
-	That stiffens quietly to Quartz –	+
-		+
-	Upon her Amber Shoe –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	338	+
-		+
-	I know that He exists.	+
-		+
-	Somewhere – in Silence –	+
-		+
-	He has hid his rare life	+
-		+
-	From our gross eyes.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Tis an instant's play.	+
-		+
-	'Tis a fond Ambush –	+
-		+
-	Just to make Bliss	+
-		+
-	Earn her own surprise!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But – should the play	+
-		+
-	Prove piercing earnest –	+
-		+
-	Should the glee – glaze –	+
-		+
-	In Death's – stiff – stare –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Would not the fun	+
-		+
-	Look too expensive!	+
-		+
-	Would not the jest –	+
-		+
-	Have crawled too far!	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	339	+
-		+
-	I tend my flowers for thee –	+
-		+
-	Bright Absentee!	+
-		+
-	My Fuchsia's Coral Seams	+
-		+
-	Rip – while the Sower – dreams –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Geraniums – tint – and spot –	+
-		+
-	Low Daisies – dot –	+
-		+
-	My Cactus – splits her Beard	+
-		+
-	To show her throat –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Carnations – tip their spice –	+
-		+
-	And Bees – pick up –	+
-		+
-	A Hyacinth – I hid –	+
-		+
-	Puts out a Ruffled Head –	+
-		+
-	And odors fall	+
-		+
-	From flasks – so small –	+
-		+
-	You marvel how they held –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Globe Roses – break their satin glake –	+
-		+
-	Upon my Garden floor –	+
-		+
-	Yet – thou – not there –	+
-		+
-	I had as lief they bore	+
-		+
-	No Crimson – more –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Thy flower – be gay –	+
-		+
-	Her Lord – away!	+
-		+
-	It ill becometh me –	+
-		+
-	I'll dwell in Calyx –	+
-		+
-	Gray – How modestly – alway –	+
-		+
-	Thy Daisy –	+
-		+
-	Draped for thee!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	340	+
-		+
-	Is Bliss then, such Abyss,	+
-		+
-	I must not put my foot amiss	+
-		+
-	For fear I spoil my shoe?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I'd rather suit my foot	+
-		+
-	Than save my Boot –	+
-		+
-	For yet to buy another Pair	+
-		+
-	Is possible,	+
-		+
-	At any store –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But Bliss, is sold just once.	+
-		+
-	The Patent lost	+
-		+
-	None buy it any more –	+
-		+
-	Say, Foot, decide the point –	+
-		+
-	The Lady cross, or not?	+
-		+
-	Verdict for Boot!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1896	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	341	+
-		+
-	After great pain, a formal feeling comes –	+
-		+
-	The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –	+
-		+
-	The stiff Heart questions was it	+
-		+
-	He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Feet, mechanical, go round –	+
-		+
-	Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –	+
-		+
-	A Wooden way	+
-		+
-	Regardless grown,	+
-		+
-	A Quartz contentment, like a stone –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This is the Hour of Lead –	+
-		+
-	Remembered, if outlived,	+
-		+
-	As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –	+
-		+
-	First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	342	+
-		+
-	It will be Summer – eventually.	+
-		+
-	Ladies – with parasols –	+
-		+
-	Sauntering Gentlemen – with Canes –	+
-		+
-	And little Girls – with Dolls –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Will tint the pallid landscape –	+
-		+
-	As 'twere a bright Bouquet –	+
-		+
-	Thro' drifted deep, in Parian –	+
-		+
-	The Village lies – today –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Lilacs – bending many a year –	+
-		+
-	Will sway with purple load –	+
-		+
-	The Bees – will not despise the tune –	+
-		+
-	Their Forefathers – have hummed –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Wild Rose – redden in the Bog –	+
-		+
-	The Aster – on the Hill	+
-		+
-	Her everlasting fashion – set –	+
-		+
-	And Covenant Gentians – frill –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Till Summer folds her miracle –	+
-		+
-	As Women – do – their Gown –	+
-		+
-	Of Priests – adjust the Symbols –	+
-		+
-	When Sacrament – is done –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	343	+
-		+
-	My Reward for Being, was This.	+
-		+
-	My premium – My Bliss –	+
-		+
-	An Admiralty, less –	+
-		+
-	A Sceptre – penniless –	+
-		+
-	And Realms – just Dross –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	When Thrones accost my Hands –	+
-		+
-	With "Me, Miss, Me" –	+
-		+
-	I'll unroll Thee –	+
-		+
-	Dominions dowerless – beside this Grace –	+
-		+
-	Election – Vote –	+
-		+
-	The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	344	+
-		+
-	'Twas the old – road – through pain –	+
-		+
-	That unfrequented – one –	+
-		+
-	With many a turn – and thorn –	+
-		+
-	That stops – at Heaven –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This – was the Town – she passed –	+
-		+
-	There – where she – rested – last –	+
-		+
-	Then – stepped more fast –	+
-		+
-	The little tracks – close prest –	+
-		+
-	Then – not so swift –	+
-		+
-	Slow – slow – as feet did weary – grow –	+
-		+
-	Then – stopped – no other track!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Wait! Look! Her little Book –	+
-		+
-	The leaf – at love – turned back –	+
-		+
-	Her very Hat –	+
-		+
-	And this worn shoe just fits the track –	+
-		+
-	Herself – though – fled!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Another bed – a short one –	+
-		+
-	Women make – tonight –	+
-		+
-	In Chambers bright –	+
-		+
-	Too out of sight – though –	+
-		+
-	For our hoarse Good Night –	+
-		+
-	To touch her Head!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	345	+
-		+
-	Funny – to be a Century –	+
-		+
-	And see the People – going by –	+
-		+
-	I – should die of the Oddity –	+
-		+
-	But then – I'm not so staid – as He –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He keeps His Secrets safely – very –	+
-		+
-	Were He to tell – extremely sorry	+
-		+
-	This Bashful Globe of Ours would be –	+
-		+
-	So dainty of Publicity –	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	346	+
-		+
-	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!	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	347	+
-		+
-	When Night is almost done –	+
-		+
-	And Sunrise grows so near	+
-		+
-	That we can touch the Spaces –	+
-		+
-	It's time to smooth the Hair –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And get the Dimples ready –	+
-		+
-	And wonder we could care	+
-		+
-	For that old – faded Midnight –	+
-		+
-	That frightened – but an Hour –	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	348	+
-		+
-	I dreaded that first Robin, so,	+
-		+
-	But He is mastered, now,	+
-		+
-	I'm accustomed to Him grown,	+
-		+
-	He hurts a little, though –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I thought If I could only live	+
-		+
-	Till that first Shout got by –	+
-		+
-	Not all Pianos in the Woods	+
-		+
-	Had power to mangle me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I dared not meet the Daffodils –	+
-		+
-	For fear their Yellow Gown	+
-		+
-	Would pierce me with a fashion	+
-		+
-	So foreign to my own –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I wished the Grass would hurry –	+
-		+
-	So – when 'twas time to see –	+
-		+
-	He'd be too tall, the tallest one	+
-		+
-	Could stretch – to look at me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I could not bear the Bees should come,	+
-		+
-	I wished they'd stay away	+
-		+
-	In those dim countries where they go,	+
-		+
-	What word had they, for me?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	They're here, though; not a creature failed –	+
-		+
-	No Blossom stayed away	+
-		+
-	In gentle deference to me –	+
-		+
-	The Queen of Calvary –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Each one salutes me, as he goes,	+
-		+
-	And I, my childish Plumes,	+
-		+
-	Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment	+
-		+
-	Of their unthinking Drums –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	500	+
-		+
-	Within my Garden, rides a Bird	+
-		+
-	Upon a single Wheel –	+
-		+
-	Whose spokes a dizzy Music make	+
-		+
-	As 'twere a travelling Mill –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He never stops, but slackens	+
-		+
-	Above the Ripest Rose –	+
-		+
-	Partakes without alighting	+
-		+
-	And praises as he goes,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Till every spice is tasted –	+
-		+
-	And then his Fairy Gig	+
-		+
-	Reels in remoter atmospheres –	+
-		+
-	And I rejoin my Dog,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And He and I, perplex us	+
-		+
-	If positive, 'twere we –	+
-		+
-	Or bore the Garden in the Brain	+
-		+
-	This Curiosity –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But He, the best Logician,	+
-		+
-	Refers my clumsy eye –	+
-		+
-	To just vibrating Blossoms!	+
-		+
-	An Exquisite Reply!	+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	501	+
-		+
-	This World is not Conclusion.	+
-		+
-	A Species stands beyond –	+
-		+
-	Invisible, as Music –	+
-		+
-	But positive, as Sound –	+
-		+
-	It beckons, and it baffles –	+
-		+
-	Philosophy – don't know –	+
-		+
-	And through a Riddle, at the last –	+
-		+
-	Sagacity, must go –	+
-		+
-	To guess it, puzzles scholars –	+
-		+
-	To gain it, Men have borne	+
-		+
-	Contempt of Generations	+
-		+
-	And Crucifixion, shown –	+
-		+
-	Faith slips – and laughs, and rallies –	+
-		+
-	Blushes, if any see –	+
-		+
-	Plucks at a twig of Evidence –	+
-		+
-	And asks a Vane, the way –	+
-		+
-	Much Gesture, from the Pulpit –	+
-		+
-	Strong Hallelujahs roll –	+
-		+
-	Narcotics cannot still the Tooth	+
-		+
-	That nibbles at the soul –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1896	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	502	+
-		+
-	At least – to pray – is left – is left –	+
-		+
-	Oh Jesus – in the Air –	+
-		+
-	I know not which thy chamber is –	+
-		+
-	I'm knocking – everywhere –	+
-		+
-	Thou settest Earthquake in the South –	+
-		+
-	And Maelstrom, in the Sea –	+
-		+
-	Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth –	+
-		+
-	Hast thou no Arm for Me?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	503	+
-		+
-	Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –	+
-		+
-	I was used – to the Birds – before –	+
-		+
-	This – was different – 'Twas Translation –	+
-		+
-	Of all tunes I knew – and more –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Twasn't contained – like other stanza –	+
-		+
-	No one could play it – the second time –	+
-		+
-	But the Composer – perfect Mozart –	+
-		+
-	Perish with him – that Keyless Rhyme!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	So – Children – told how Brooks in Eden –	+
-		+
-	Bubbled a better – Melody –	+
-		+
-	Quaintly infer – Eve's great surrender –	+
-		+
-	Urging the feet – that would – not – fly –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Children – matured – are wiser – mostly –	+
-		+
-	Eden – a legend – dimly told –	+
-		+
-	Eve – and the Anguish – Grandame's story –	+
-		+
-	But – I was telling a tune – I heard –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Not such a strain – the Church – baptizes –	+
-		+
-	When the last Saint – goes up the Aisles –	+
-		+
-	Not such a stanza splits the silence –	+
-		+
-	When the Redemption strikes her Bells –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Let me not spill – its smallest cadence –	+
-		+
-	Humming – for promise – when alone –	+
-		+
-	Humming – until my faint Rehearsal –	+
-		+
-	Drop into tune – around the Throne –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	504	+
-		+
-	You know that Portrait in the Moon –	+
-		+
-	So tell me who 'tis like –	+
-		+
-	The very Brow – the stooping eyes –	+
-		+
-	A fog for – Say – Whose Sake?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The very Pattern of the Cheek –	+
-		+
-	It varies – in the Chin –	+
-		+
-	But – Ishmael – since we met – 'tis long –	+
-		+
-	And fashions – intervene –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	When Moon's at full – 'Tis Thou – I say –	+
-		+
-	My lips just hold the name –	+
-		+
-	When crescent – Thou art worn – I note –	+
-		+
-	But – there – the Golden Same –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And when – Some Night – Bold – slashing Clouds	+
-		+
-	Cut Thee away from Me –	+
-		+
-	That's easier – than the other film	+
-		+
-	That glazes Holiday –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	505	+
-		+
-	I would not paint – a picture –	+
-		+
-	I'd rather be the One	+
-		+
-	Its bright impossibility	+
-		+
-	To dwell – delicious – on –	+
-		+
-	And wonder how the fingers feel	+
-		+
-	Whose rare – celestial – stir –	+
-		+
-	Evokes so sweet a Torment –	+
-		+
-	Such sumptuous – Despair –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I would not talk, like Cornets –	+
-		+
-	I'd rather be the One	+
-		+
-	Raised softly to the Ceilings –	+
-		+
-	And out, and easy on –	+
-		+
-	Through Villages of Ether –	+
-		+
-	Myself endued Balloon	+
-		+
-	By but a lip of Metal –	+
-		+
-	The pier to my Pontoon –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Nor would I be a Poet –	+
-		+
-	It's finer – own the Ear –	+
-		+
-	Enamored – impotent – content –	+
-		+
-	The License to revere,	+
-		+
-	A privilege so awful	+
-		+
-	What would the Dower be,	+
-		+
-	Had I the Art to stun myself	+
-		+
-	With Bolts of Melody!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	506	+
-		+
-	He touched me, so I live to know	+
-		+
-	That such a day, permitted so,	+
-		+
-	I groped upon his breast –	+
-		+
-	It was a boundless place to me	+
-		+
-	And silenced, as the awful sea	+
-		+
-	Puts minor streams to rest.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And now, I'm different from before,	+
-		+
-	As if I breathed superior air –	+
-		+
-	Or brushed a Royal Gown –	+
-		+
-	My feet, too, that had wandered so –	+
-		+
-	My Gypsy face – transfigured now –	+
-		+
-	To tenderer Renown –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Into this Port, if I might come,	+
-		+
-	Rebecca, to Jerusalem,	+
-		+
-	Would not so ravished turn –	+
-		+
-	Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine	+
-		+
-	Lift such a Crucifixial sign	+
-		+
-	To her imperial Sun.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1896	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	507	+
-		+
-	She sights a Bird – she chuckles –	+
-		+
-	She flattens – then she crawls –	+
-		+
-	She runs without the look of feet –	+
-		+
-	Her eyes increase to Balls –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Her Jaws stir – twitching – hungry –	+
-		+
-	Her Teeth can hardly stand –	+
-		+
-	She leaps, but Robin leaped the first –	+
-		+
-	Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Hopes so juicy ripening –	+
-		+
-	You almost bathed your Tongue –	+
-		+
-	When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes –	+
-		+
-	And fled with every one –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	508	+
-		+
-	I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –	+
-		+
-	The name They dropped upon my face	+
-		+
-	With water, in the country church	+
-		+
-	Is finished using, now,	+
-		+
-	And They can put it with my Dolls,	+
-		+
-	My childhood, and the string of spools,	+
-		+
-	I've finished threading – too –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Baptized, before, without the choice,	+
-		+
-	But this time, consciously, of Grace –	+
-		+
-	Unto supremest name –	+
-		+
-	Called to my Full – The Crescent dropped –	+
-		+
-	Existence's whole Arc, filled up,	+
-		+
-	With one small Diadem.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	My second Rank – too small the first –	+
-		+
-	Crowned – Crowing – on my Father's breast –	+
-		+
-	A half unconscious Queen –	+
-		+
-	But this time – Adequate – Erect,	+
-		+
-	With Will to choose, or to reject,	+
-		+
-	And I choose, just a Crown –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	509	+
-		+
-	If anybody's friend be dead	+
-		+
-	It's sharpest of the theme	+
-		+
-	The thinking how they walked alive –	+
-		+
-	At such and such a time –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Their costume, of a Sunday,	+
-		+
-	Some manner of the Hair –	+
-		+
-	A prank nobody knew but them	+
-		+
-	Lost, in the Sepulchre –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	How warm, they were, on such a day,	+
-		+
-	You almost feel the date –	+
-		+
-	So short way off it seems –	+
-		+
-	And now – they're Centuries from that –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	How pleased they were, at what you said –	+
-		+
-	You try to touch the smile	+
-		+
-	And dip your fingers in the frost –	+
-		+
-	When was it – Can you tell –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	You asked the Company to tea –	+
-		+
-	Acquaintance – just a few –	+
-		+
-	And chatted close with this Grand Thing	+
-		+
-	That don't remember you –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Past Bows, and Invitations –	+
-		+
-	Past Interview, and Vow –	+
-		+
-	Past what Ourself can estimate –	+
-		+
-	That – makes the Quick of Woe!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	510	+
-		+
-	It was not Death, for I stood up,	+
-		+
-	And all the Dead, lie down -	+
-		+
-	It was not Night, for all the Bells	+
-		+
-	Put our their Tongues, for Noon.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	It was not Frost, for on my Flesh	+
-		+
-	I felt Siroccos - crawl -	+
-		+
-	Nor fire - for just my Marble feet	+
-		+
-	Could keep a Chancel, cool -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And yet, it tasted, like them all,	+
-		+
-	The Figures I have seen	+
-		+
-	Set orderly, for Burial,	+
-		+
-	Reminded me, of mine -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	As if my life were shaven,	+
-		+
-	And fitted to a frame,	+
-		+
-	And could not breathe without a key,	+
-		+
-	And 'twas like Midnight, some -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	When everything that ticked - has stopped -	+
-		+
-	And Space stares all around -	+
-		+
-	Or Grisly frosts - first Autunm morns,	+
-		+
-	Repeal the Beating Ground -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But, most, like Chaos - Stopless - cool -	+
-		+
-	Without a Chance, or Spar -	+
-		+
-	Or even a Report of Land-	+
-		+
-	To justify - Despair.	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	511	+
-		+
-	If you were coming in the Fall,	+
-		+
-	I'd brush the Summer by	+
-		+
-	With half a smile, and half a spurn,	+
-		+
-	As Housewives do, a Fly.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If I could see you in a year,	+
-		+
-	I'd wind the months in balls –	+
-		+
-	And put them each in separate Drawers,	+
-		+
-	For fear the numbers fuse –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If only Centuries, delayed,	+
-		+
-	I'd count them on my Hand,	+
-		+
-	Subtracting, till my fingers dropped	+
-		+
-	Into Van Dieman's Land.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If certain, when this life was out –	+
-		+
-	That yours and mine, should be	+
-		+
-	I'd toss it yonder, like a Rind,	+
-		+
-	And take Eternity –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But, now, uncertain of the length	+
-		+
-	Of this, that is between,	+
-		+
-	It goads me, like the Goblin Bee –	+
-		+
-	That will not state – its sting.	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	512	+
-		+
-	The Soul has Bandaged moments –	+
-		+
-	When too appalled to stir –	+
-		+
-	She feels some ghastly Fright come up	+
-		+
-	And stop to look at her –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Salute her – with long fingers –	+
-		+
-	Caress her freezing hair –	+
-		+
-	Sip, Goblin, from the very lips	+
-		+
-	The Lover – hovered – o'er –	+
-		+
-	Unworthy, that a thought so mean	+
-		+
-	Accost a Theme – so – fair –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The soul has moments of Escape –	+
-		+
-	When bursting all the doors –	+
-		+
-	She dances like a Bomb, abroad,	+
-		+
-	And swings upon the Hours,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	As do the Bee – delirious borne –	+
-		+
-	Long Dungeoned from his Rose –	+
-		+
-	Touch Liberty – then know no more,	+
-		+
-	But Noon, and Paradise –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Soul's retaken moments –	+
-		+
-	When, Felon led along,	+
-		+
-	With shackles on the plumed feet,	+
-		+
-	And staples, in the Song,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Horror welcomes her, again,	+
-		+
-	These, are not brayed of Tongue –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	513	+
-		+
-	Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,	+
-		+
-	But never deemed the dripping prize	+
-		+
-	Awaited their – low Brows –	+
-		+
-	Or Bees – that thought the Summer's name	+
-		+
-	Some rumor of Delirium,	+
-		+
-	No Summer – could – for Them –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred –	+
-		+
-	By Tropic Hint – some Travelled Bird	+
-		+
-	Imported to the Wood –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear –	+
-		+
-	Making that homely, and severe,	+
-		+
-	Contented, known, before –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Heaven – unexpected come,	+
-		+
-	To Lives that thought the Worshipping	+
-		+
-	A too presumptuous Psalm –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	514	+
-		+
-	Her smile was shaped like other smiles –	+
-		+
-	The Dimples ran along –	+
-		+
-	And still it hurt you, as some Bird	+
-		+
-	Did hoist herself, to sing,	+
-		+
-	Then recollect a Ball, she got –	+
-		+
-	And hold upon the Twig,	+
-		+
-	Convulsive, while the Music broke –	+
-		+
-	Like Beads – among the Bog –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	515	+
-		+
-	No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –	+
-		+
-	I suppose That General Attendance	+
-		+
-	That Resurrection – does –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Circumference be full –	+
-		+
-	The long restricted Grave	+
-		+
-	Assert her Vital Privilege –	+
-		+
-	The Dust – connect – and live –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	On Atoms – features place –	+
-		+
-	All Multitudes that were	+
-		+
-	Efface in the Comparison –	+
-		+
-	As Suns – dissolve a star –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Solemnity – prevail –	+
-		+
-	Its Individual Doom	+
-		+
-	Possess each separate Consciousness –	+
-		+
-	August – Absorbed – Numb –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	What Duplicate – exist –	+
-		+
-	What Parallel can be –	+
-		+
-	Of the Significance of This –	+
-		+
-	To Universe – and Me?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	516	+
-		+
-	Beauty – be not caused – It Is –	+
-		+
-	Chase it, and it ceases –	+
-		+
-	Chase it not, and it abides –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Overtake the Creases	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	In the Meadow – when the Wind	+
-		+
-	Runs his fingers thro' it –	+
-		+
-	Deity will see to it	+
-		+
-	That You never do it –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	517	+
-		+
-	He parts Himself – like Leaves –	+
-		+
-	And then – He closes up –	+
-		+
-	Then stands upon the Bonnet	+
-		+
-	Of Any Buttercup –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then He runs against	+
-		+
-	And oversets a Rose –	+
-		+
-	And then does Nothing –	+
-		+
-	Then away upon a Jib – He goes –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And dangles like a Mote	+
-		+
-	Suspended in the Noon –	+
-		+
-	Uncertain – to return Below –	+
-		+
-	Or settle in the Moon –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	What come of Him – at Night –	+
-		+
-	The privilege to say	+
-		+
-	Be limited by Ignorance –	+
-		+
-	What come of Him – That Day –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Frost – possess the World –	+
-		+
-	In Cabinets – be shown –	+
-		+
-	A Sepulchre of quaintest Floss –	+
-		+
-	An Abbey – a Cocoon –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	518	+
-		+
-	Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night	+
-		+
-	Had scarcely deigned to lie –	+
-		+
-	When, stirring, for Belief's delight,	+
-		+
-	My Bride had slipped away –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If 'twas a Dream – made solid – just	+
-		+
-	The Heaven to confirm –	+
-		+
-	Or if Myself were dreamed of Her –	+
-		+
-	The power to presume –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	With Him remain – who unto Me –	+
-		+
-	Gave – even as to All –	+
-		+
-	A Fiction superseding Faith –	+
-		+
-	By so much – as 'twas real –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	519	+
-		+
-	'Twas warm – at first – like Us –	+
-		+
-	Until there crept upon	+
-		+
-	A Chill – like frost upon a Glass –	+
-		+
-	Till all the scene – be gone.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Forehead copied Stone –	+
-		+
-	The Fingers grew too cold	+
-		+
-	To ache – and like a Skater's Brook –	+
-		+
-	The busy eyes – congealed –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	It straightened – that was all –	+
-		+
-	It crowded Cold to Cold –	+
-		+
-	It multiplied indifference –	+
-		+
-	As Pride were all it could –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And even when with Cords –	+
-		+
-	'Twas lowered, like a Weight –	+
-		+
-	It made no Signal, nor demurred,	+
-		+
-	But dropped like Adamant.	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	520	+
-		+
-	I started Early - Took my Dog -	+
-		+
-	And visited the Sea -	+
-		+
-	The Mermaids in the Basement	+
-		+
-	Came out to look at me -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And Frigates - in the Upper Floor	+
-		+
-	Extended Hempen Hands -	+
-		+
-	Presuming Me to be a Mouse -	+
-		+
-	Aground - upon the Sands -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But no Man moved Me - till the Tide	+
-		+
-	Went past my simple Shoe -	+
-		+
-	And past my Apron - and my Belt	+
-		+
-	And past my Bodice - too -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And made as He would eat me up -	+
-		+
-	As wholly as a Dew	+
-		+
-	Upon a Dandelion's Sleeve -	+
-		+
-	And then - I started - too -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And He - He followed - close behind -	+
-		+
-	I felt His Silver Heel	+
-		+
-	Upon my Ankle - Then my Shoes	+
-		+
-	Would overflow with Pearl -	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Until We met the Solid Town -	+
-		+
-	No One He seemed to know -	+
-		+
-	And bowing - with a Mighty look -	+
-		+
-	At me - The Sea withdrew -	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	521	+
-		+
-	Endow the Living – with the Tears –	+
-		+
-	You squander on the Dead,	+
-		+
-	And They were Men and Women – now,	+
-		+
-	Around Your Fireside –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Instead of Passive Creatures,	+
-		+
-	Denied the Cherishing	+
-		+
-	Till They – the Cherishing deny –	+
-		+
-	With Death's Ethereal Scron –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	522	+
-		+
-	Had I presumed to hope –	+
-		+
-	The loss had been to Me	+
-		+
-	A Value – for the Greatness' Sake –	+
-		+
-	As Giants – gone away –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Had I presumed to gain	+
-		+
-	A Favor so remote –	+
-		+
-	The failure but confirm the Grace	+
-		+
-	In further Infinite –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Tis failure – not of Hope –	+
-		+
-	But Confident Despair –	+
-		+
-	Advancing on Celestial Lists –	+
-		+
-	With faint – Terrestial power –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Tis Honor – though I die –	+
-		+
-	For That no Man obtain	+
-		+
-	Till He be justified by Death –	+
-		+
-	This – is the Second Gain –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	523	+
-		+
-	Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered	+
-		+
-	Every time – for Two –	+
-		+
-	So that the Sum be never hindered	+
-		+
-	Through Decay of You –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings –	+
-		+
-	Blame the little Hand	+
-		+
-	Happy it be for You – a Beggar's –	+
-		+
-	Seeking More – to spend –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Just to be Rich – to waste my Guineas	+
-		+
-	On so Best a Heart –	+
-		+
-	Just to be Poor – for Barefoot Vision	+
-		+
-	You – Sweet – Shut me out –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	524	+
-		+
-	Departed – to the Judgment –	+
-		+
-	A Mighty Afternoon –	+
-		+
-	Great Clouds – like Ushers – learning –	+
-		+
-	Creation – looking on –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Flesh – Surrendered –	+
-		+
-	Cancelled – The Bodiless – begun –	+
-		+
-	Two Worlds – like Audiences – disperse –	+
-		+
-	And leave the Soul – alone –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	525	+
-		+
-	I think the Hemlock likes to stand	+
-		+
-	Upon a Marge of Snow –	+
-		+
-	It suits his own Austerity –	+
-		+
-	And satisfies an awe	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	That men, must slake in Wilderness –	+
-		+
-	And in the Desert – cloy –	+
-		+
-	An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald –	+
-		+
-	Lapland's – necessity –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Hemlock's nature thrives – on cold –	+
-		+
-	The Gnash of Northern winds	+
-		+
-	Is sweetest nutriment – to him –	+
-		+
-	His best Norwegian Wines –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	To satin Races – he is nought –	+
-		+
-	But Children on the Don,	+
-		+
-	Beneath his Tabernacles, play,	+
-		+
-	And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	526	+
-		+
-	To hear an Oriole sing	+
-		+
-	May be a common thing –	+
-		+
-	Or only a divine.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	It is not of the Bird	+
-		+
-	Who sings the same, unheard,	+
-		+
-	As unto Crowd –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Fashion of the Ear	+
-		+
-	Attireth that it hear	+
-		+
-	In Dun, or fair –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	So whether it be Rune,	+
-		+
-	Or whether it be none	+
-		+
-	Is of within.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The "Tune is in the Tree –"	+
-		+
-	The Skeptic – showeth me –	+
-		+
-	"No Sir! In Thee!"	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	527	+
-		+
-	To put this World down, like a Bundle –	+
-		+
-	And walk steady, away,	+
-		+
-	Requires Energy – possibly Agony –	+
-		+
-	'Tis the Scarlet way	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Trodden with straight renunciation	+
-		+
-	By the Son of God –	+
-		+
-	Later, his faint Confederates	+
-		+
-	Justify the Road –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Flavors of that old Crucifixion –	+
-		+
-	Filaments of Bloom, Pontius Pilate sowed –	+
-		+
-	Strong Clusters, from Barabbas' Tomb –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Sacrament, Saints partook before us –	+
-		+
-	Patent, every drop,	+
-		+
-	With the Brand of the Gentile Drinker	+
-		+
-	Who indorsed the Cup –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	528	+
-		+
-	Mine – by the Right of the White Election!	+
-		+
-	Mine – by the Royal Seal!	+
-		+
-	Mine – by the Sign in the Scarlet prison –	+
-		+
-	Bars – cannot conceal!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Mine – here – in Vision – and in Veto!	+
-		+
-	Mine – by the Grave's Repeal –	+
-		+
-	Tilted – Confirmed – Delirious Charter!	+
-		+
-	Mine – long as Ages steal!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	529	+
-		+
-	I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –	+
-		+
-	It's such congenial times	+
-		+
-	Old Neighbors have at fences –	+
-		+
-	It's time o' year for Hay.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And Broad – Sunburned Acquaintance	+
-		+
-	Discourse between the Toil –	+
-		+
-	And laugh, a homely species	+
-		+
-	That makes the Fences smile –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	It seems so straight to lie away	+
-		+
-	From all of the noise of Fields –	+
-		+
-	The Busy Carts – the fragrant Cocks –	+
-		+
-	The Mower's Metre – Steals –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	A Trouble lest they're homesick –	+
-		+
-	Those Farmers – and their Wives –	+
-		+
-	Set separate from the Farming –	+
-		+
-	And all the Neighbors' lives –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	A Wonder if the Sepulchre	+
-		+
-	Don't feel a lonesome way –	+
-		+
-	When Men – and Boys – and Carts – and June,	+
-		+
-	Go down the Fields to "Hay" –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	530	+
-		+
-	You cannot put a Fire out –	+
-		+
-	A Thing that can ignite	+
-		+
-	Can go, itself, without a Fan –	+
-		+
-	Upon the slowest Night –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	You cannot fold a Flood –	+
-		+
-	And put it in a Drawer –	+
-		+
-	Because the Winds would find it out –	+
-		+
-	And tell your Cedar Floor –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1896	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	531	+
-		+
-	We dream – it is good we are dreaming –	+
-		+
-	It would hurt us – were we awake –	+
-		+
-	But since it is playing – kill us,	+
-		+
-	And we are playing – shriek –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	What harm? Men die – externally –	+
-		+
-	It is a truth – of Blood –	+
-		+
-	But we – are dying in Drama –	+
-		+
-	And Drama – is never dead –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Cautious – We jar each other –	+
-		+
-	And either – open the eyes –	+
-		+
-	Lest the Phantasm – prove the Mistake –	+
-		+
-	And the livid Surprise	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Cool us to Shafts of Granite –	+
-		+
-	With just an Age – and Name –	+
-		+
-	And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian –	+
-		+
-	It's prudenter – to dream –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	532	+
-		+
-	I tried to think a lonelier Thing	+
-		+
-	Than any I had seen –	+
-		+
-	Some Polar Expiation – An Omen in the Bone	+
-		+
-	Of Death's tremendous nearness –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I probed Retrieverless things	+
-		+
-	My Duplicate – to borrow –	+
-		+
-	A Haggard Comfort springs	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	From the belief that Somewhere –	+
-		+
-	Within the Clutch of Thought –	+
-		+
-	There dwells one other Creature	+
-		+
-	Of Heavenly Love – forgot –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I plucked at our Partition	+
-		+
-	As One should pry the Walls –	+
-		+
-	Between Himself – and Horror's Twin –	+
-		+
-	Within Opposing Cells –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I almost strove to clasp his Hand,	+
-		+
-	Such Luxury – it grew –	+
-		+
-	That as Myself – could pity Him –	+
-		+
-	Perhaps he – pitied me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	533	+
-		+
-	Two butterflies went out at Noon –	+
-		+
-	And waltzed upon a Farm –	+
-		+
-	Then stepped straight through the Firmament	+
-		+
-	And rested, on a Beam –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then – together bore away	+
-		+
-	Upon a shining Sea –	+
-		+
-	Though never yet, in any Port –	+
-		+
-	Their coming, mentioned – be –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	If spoken by the distant Bird –	+
-		+
-	If met in Ether Sea	+
-		+
-	By Frigate, or by Merchantman –	+
-		+
-	No notice – was – to me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	534	+
-		+
-	We see – Comparatively –	+
-		+
-	The Thing so towering high	+
-		+
-	We could not grasp its segment	+
-		+
-	Unaided – Yesterday –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This Morning's finer Verdict –	+
-		+
-	Makes scarcely worth the toil –	+
-		+
-	A furrow – Our Cordillera –	+
-		+
-	Our Apennine – a Knoll –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Perhaps 'tis kindly – done us –	+
-		+
-	The Anguish – and the loss –	+
-		+
-	The wrenching – for His Firmament	+
-		+
-	The Thing belonged to us –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	To spare these Striding Spirits	+
-		+
-	Some Morning of Chagrin –	+
-		+
-	The waking in a Gnat's – embrace –	+
-		+
-	Our Giants – further on –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	535	+
-		+
-	She's happy, with a new Content –	+
-		+
-	That feels to her – like Sacrament –	+
-		+
-	She's busy – with an altered Care –	+
-		+
-	As just apprenticed to the Air –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	She's tearful – if she weep at all –	+
-		+
-	For blissful Causes –	+
-		+
-	Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her –	+
-		+
-	To such a Fate – to Minister.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	536	+
-		+
-	The Heart asks Pleasure – first –	+
-		+
-	And then – Excuse from Pain –	+
-		+
-	And then – those little Anodyness	+
-		+
-	That deaden suffering –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then – to go to sleep –	+
-		+
-	And then – if it should be	+
-		+
-	The will of its Inquisitor	+
-		+
-	The privilege to die –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	537	+
-		+
-	Me prove it now – Whoever doubt	+
-		+
-	Me stop to prove it – now –	+
-		+
-	Make haste – the Scruple!	+
-		+
-	Death be scant For Opportunity –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The River reaches to my feet –	+
-		+
-	As yet – My Heart be dry –	+
-		+
-	Oh Lover – Life could not convince –	+
-		+
-	Might Death – enable Thee –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The River reaches to My Breast –	+
-		+
-	Still – still – My Hands above	+
-		+
-	Proclaim with their remaining Might –	+
-		+
-	Dost recognize the Love?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The River reaches to my Mouth –	+
-		+
-	Remember – when the Sea	+
-		+
-	Swept by my searching eyes – the last –	+
-		+
-	Themselves were quick – with Thee!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	538	+
-		+
-	'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –	+
-		+
-	But then – Themselves were warm	+
-		+
-	And could not know the feeling 'twas –	+
-		+
-	Forget it – Lord – of Them –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Let not my Witness hinder Them	+
-		+
-	In Heavenly esteem –	+
-		+
-	No Paradise could be – Conferred	+
-		+
-	Through Their beloved Blame –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Harm They did – was short – And since	+
-		+
-	Myself – who bore it – do –	+
-		+
-	Forgive Them – Even as Myself –	+
-		+
-	Or else – forgive not me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	539	+
-		+
-	The Province of the Saved	+
-		+
-	Should be the Art – To save –	+
-		+
-	Through Skill obtained in Themselves –	+
-		+
-	The Science of the Grave	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	No Man can understand	+
-		+
-	But He that hath endured	+
-		+
-	The Dissolution – in Himself –	+
-		+
-	That Man – be qualified	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	To qualify Despair	+
-		+
-	To Those who failing new –	+
-		+
-	Mistake Defeat for Death –	+
-		+
-	Each time – Till acclimated – to –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	540	+
-		+
-	I took my Power in my Hand –	+
-		+
-	And went against the World –	+
-		+
-	'Twas not so much as David – had –	+
-		+
-	But I – was twice as bold –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I aimed by Pebble – but Myself	+
-		+
-	Was all the one that fell –	+
-		+
-	Was it Goliath – was too large –	+
-		+
-	Or was myself – too small?	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	541	+
-		+
-	Some such Butterfly be seen	+
-		+
-	On Brazilian Pampas –	+
-		+
-	Just at noon – no later –	+
-		+
-	Sweet – Then – the License closes –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Some such Spice – express and pass –	+
-		+
-	Subject to Your Plucking –	+
-		+
-	As the Stars – You knew last Night –	+
-		+
-	Foreigners – This Morning –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	542	+
-		+
-	I had no Cause to be awake –	+
-		+
-	My Best – was gone to sleep –	+
-		+
-	And Morn a new politeness took –	+
-		+
-	And failed to wake them up –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But called the others – clear –	+
-		+
-	And passed their Curtains by –	+
-		+
-	Sweet Morning – when I oversleep –	+
-		+
-	Knock – Recollect – to Me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I looked at Sunrise – Once –	+
-		+
-	And then I looked at Them –	+
-		+
-	And wishfulness in me arose –	+
-		+
-	For Circumstance the same –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Twas such an Ample Peace –	+
-		+
-	It could not hold a Sigh –	+
-		+
-	'Twas Sabbath – with the Bells divorced –	+
-		+
-	'Twas Sunset – all the Day –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	So choosing but a Gown –	+
-		+
-	And taking but a Prayer –	+
-		+
-	The only Raiment I should need –	+
-		+
-	I struggled – and was There –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	543	+
-		+
-	I fear a Man of frugal Speech –	+
-		+
-	I fear a Silent Man –	+
-		+
-	Haranguer – I can overtake –	+
-		+
-	Or Babbler – entertain –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But He who weigheth – While the Rest –	+
-		+
-	Expend their furthest pound –	+
-		+
-	Of this Man – I am wary –	+
-		+
-	I fear that He is Grand –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	544	+
-		+
-	The Martyr Poets – did not tell –	+
-		+
-	But wrought their Pang in syllable –	+
-		+
-	That when their mortal name be numb –	+
-		+
-	Their mortal fate – encourage Some –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Martyr Painters – never spoke –	+
-		+
-	Bequeathing – rather – to their Work –	+
-		+
-	That when their conscious fingers cease –	+
-		+
-	Some seek in Art – the Art of Peace –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	545	+
-		+
-	'Tis One by One – the Father counts –	+
-		+
-	And then a Tract between	+
-		+
-	Set Cypherless – to teach the Eye	+
-		+
-	The Value of its Ten –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Until the peevish Student	+
-		+
-	Acquire the Quick of Skill –	+
-		+
-	Then Numerals are dowered back –	+
-		+
-	Adorning all the Rule –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Tis mostly Slate and Pencil –	+
-		+
-	And Darkness on the School	+
-		+
-	Distracts the Children's fingers –	+
-		+
-	Still the Eternal Rule	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Regards least Cypherer alike	+
-		+
-	With Leader of the Band –	+
-		+
-	And every separate Urchin's Sum –	+
-		+
-	Is fashioned for his hand –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	546	+
-		+
-	To fill a Gap	+
-		+
-	Insert the Thing that caused it –	+
-		+
-	Block it up	+
-		+
-	With Other – and 'twill yawn the more –	+
-		+
-	You cannot solder an Abyss	+
-		+
-	With Air.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1929	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	547	+
-		+
-	I've seen a Dying Eye	+
-		+
-	Run round and round a Room –	+
-		+
-	In search of Something – as it seemed –	+
-		+
-	Then Cloudier become –	+
-		+
-	And then – obscure with Fog –	+
-		+
-	And then – be soldered down	+
-		+
-	Without disclosing what it be	+
-		+
-	'Twere blessed to have seen –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	548	+
-		+
-	Death is potential to that Man	+
-		+
-	Who dies – and to his friend –	+
-		+
-	Beyond that – unconspicuous	+
-		+
-	To Anyone but God –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Of these Two – God remembers	+
-		+
-	The longest – for the friend –	+
-		+
-	Is integral – and therefore	+
-		+
-	Itself dissolved – of God –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	549	+
-		+
-	That I did always love	+
-		+
-	I bring thee Proof	+
-		+
-	That till I loved	+
-		+
-	I never lived – Enough –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	That I shall love alway –	+
-		+
-	I argue thee	+
-		+
-	That love is life –	+
-		+
-	And life hath Immortality –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This – dost thou doubt – Sweet –	+
-		+
-	Then have I	+
-		+
-	Nothing to show	+
-		+
-	But Calvary –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1890	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	550	+
-		+
-	I cross till I am weary	+
-		+
-	A Mountain – in my mind –	+
-		+
-	More Mountains – then a Sea –	+
-		+
-	More Seas – And then	+
-		+
-	A Desert – find –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And My Horizon blocks	+
-		+
-	With steady – drifting –	+
-		+
-	Grains Of unconjectured quantity –	+
-		+
-	As Asiatic Rains –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Nor this – defeat my Pace –	+
-		+
-	It hinder from the West	+
-		+
-	But as an Enemy's Salute	+
-		+
-	One hurrying to Rest –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	What merit had the Goal –	+
-		+
-	Except there intervene	+
-		+
-	Faint Doubt – and far Competitor –	+
-		+
-	To jeopardize the Gain?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	At last – the Grace in sight –	+
-		+
-	I shout unto my feet –	+
-		+
-	I offer them the Whole of Heaven	+
-		+
-	The instant that we meet –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	They strive – and yet delay –	+
-		+
-	They perish – Do we die –	+
-		+
-	Or is this Death's Experiment –	+
-		+
-	Reversed – in Victory?	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	551	+
-		+
-	There is a Shame of Nobleness –	+
-		+
-	Confronting Sudden Pelf –	+
-		+
-	A finer Shame of Ecstasy –	+
-		+
-	Convicted of Itself –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	A best Disgrace – a Brave Man feels –	+
-		+
-	Acknowledged – of the Brave –	+
-		+
-	One More – "Ye Blessed" – to be told –	+
-		+
-	But that's – Behind the Grave –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1891	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	552	+
-		+
-	An ignorance a Sunset	+
-		+
-	Confer upon the Eye –	+
-		+
-	Of Territory – Color –	+
-		+
-	Circumference – Decay –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Its Amber Revelation	+
-		+
-	Exhilirate – Debase –	+
-		+
-	Omnipotence' inspection	+
-		+
-	Of Our inferior face –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And when the solemn features	+
-		+
-	Confirm – in Victory –	+
-		+
-	We start – as if detected	+
-		+
-	In Immortality –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1935	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	553	+
-		+
-	One Crucifixion is recorded – only –	+
-		+
-	How many be	+
-		+
-	Is not affirmed of Mathematics –	+
-		+
-	Or History –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	One Calvary – exhibited to Stranger –	+
-		+
-	As many be	+
-		+
-	As persons – or Peninsulas –	+
-		+
-	Gethsemane –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Is but a Province – in the Being's Centre –	+
-		+
-	Judea –	+
-		+
-	For Journey – or Crusade's Achieving –	+
-		+
-	Too near –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Our Lord – indeed – made Compound Witness –	+
-		+
-	And yet –	+
-		+
-	There's newer – nearer Crucifixion	+
-		+
-	Than That –	+
-		+
-		+
-	c.1862	+
-	1945	+
-		+
		+	549 That I did always love
		+	550 I cross till I am weary
		+	551 There is a Shame of Nobleness –
		+	552 An ignorance a Sunset
		+	553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only –
	554		554
	The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –		The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –
-
-	But no Man heard Him cry –
-
-	He offers His Berry, just the same
-
-	To Partridge – and to Boy –
-
-
-
-	He sometimes holds upon the Fence –
-
-	Or struggles to a Tree –
-
-	Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands –
-
-	But not for Sympathy –
-
-
-
-	We – tell a Hurt – to cool it –
-
-	This Mourner – to the Sky
-
-	A little further reaches – instead –
-
-	Brave Black Berry –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1945
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	555
-
-	Trust in the Unexpected –
-
-	By this – was William Kidd
-
-	Persuaded of the Buried Gold –
-
-	As One had testified –
-
-
-
-	Through this – the old Philosopher –
-
-	His Talismanic Stone
-
-	Discerned – still withholden
-
-	To effort undivine –
-
-
-
-	'Twas this – allured Columbus –
-
-	When Genoa – withdrew
-
-	Before an Apparition
-
-	Baptized America –
-
-
-
-	The Same – afflicted Thomas –
-
-	When Deity assured
-
-	'Twas better – the perceiving not –
-
-	Provided it believed –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1935
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	556
-
-	The Brain, within its Groove
-
-	Runs evenly – and true –
-
-	But let a Splinter swerve –
-
-	'Twere easier for You –
-
-
-
-	To put a Current back –
-
-	When Floods have slit the Hills –
-
-	And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves –
-
-	And trodden out the Mills –
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1890
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	557
-
-	She hideth Her the last –
-
-	And is the first, to rise –
-
-	Her Night doth hardly recompense
-
-	The Closing of Her eyes –
-
-
-
-	She doth Her Purple Work –
-
-	And putteth Her away
-
-	In low Apartments in the Sod –
-
-	As worthily as We.
-
-
-
-	To imitate her life
-
-	As impotent would be
-
-	As make of Our imperfect Mints,
-
-	The Julep – of the Bee –
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1935
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	558
-
-	But little Carmine hath her face –
-
-	Of Emerald scant – her Gown –
-
-	Her Beauty – is the love she doth –
-
-	Itself – exhibit – Mine –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1935
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	559
-
-	It knew no Medicine –
-
-	It was not Sickness – then –
-
-	Nor any need of Surgery –
-
-	And therefore – 'twas not Pain –
-
-
-
-	It moved away the Cheeks –
-
-	A Dimple at a time –
-
-	And left the Profile – plainer –
-
-	And in the place of Bloom
-
-
-
-	It left the little Tint
-
-	That never had a Name –
-
-	You've seen it on a Cast's face –
-
-	Was Paradise – to blame –
-
-
-
-	If momently ajar –
-
-	Temerity – drew near –
-
-	And sickened – ever afterward
-
-	For Somewhat that it saw?
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1935
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	560
-
-	It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –
-
-	But large – serene –
-
-	Burned on – until through Dissolution –
-
-	It failed from Men –
-
-
-
-	I could not deem these Planetary forces
-
-	Annulled –
-
-	But suffered an Exchange of Territory –
-
-	Or World –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1945
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	561
-
-	I measure every Grief I meet
-
-	With narrow, probing, Eyes –
-
-	I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
-
-	Or has an Easier size.
-
-
-
-	I wonder if They bore it long –
-
-	Or did it just begin –
-
-	I could not tell the Date of Mine –
-
-	It feels so old a pain –
-
-
-
-	I wonder if it hurts to live –
-
-	And if They have to try –
-
-	And whether – could They choose between –
-
-	It would not be – to die –
-
-
-
-	I note that Some – gone patient long –
-
-	At length, renew their smile –
-
-	An imitation of a Light
-
-	That has so little Oil –
-
-
-
-	I wonder if when Years have piled –
-
-	Some Thousands – on the Harm –
-
-	That hurt them early – such a lapse
-
-	Could give them any Balm –
-
-
-
-	Or would they go on aching still
-
-	Through Centuries of Nerve –
-
-	Enlightened to a larger Pain –
-
-	In Contrast with the Love –
-
-
-
-	The Grieved – are many – I am told –
-
-	There is the various Cause –
-
-	Death – is but one – and comes but once –
-
-	And only nails the eyes –
-
-
-
-	There's Grief of Want – and Grief of Cold –
-
-	A sort they call "Despair" –
-
-	There's Banishment from native Eyes –
-
-	In sight of Native Air –
-
-
-
-	And though I may not guess the kind –
-
-	Correctly – yet to me
-
-	A piercing Comfort it affords
-
-	In passing Calvary –
-
-
-
-	To note the fashions – of the Cross –
-
-	And how they're mostly worn –
-
-	Still fascinated to presume
-
-	That Some – are like My Own –
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1896
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	562
-
-	Conjecturing a Climate
-
-	Of unsuspended Suns –
-
-	Adds poignancy to Winter –
-
-	The Shivering Fancy turns
-
-
-
-	To a fictitious Country
-
-	To palliate a Cold –
-
-	Not obviated of Degree –
-
-	Nor erased – of Latitude –
-
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1929
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	563
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-	I could not prove the Years had feet –
-
-	Yet confident they run
-
-	Am I, from symptoms that are past
-
-	And Series that are done –
-
-
-
-	I find my feet have further Goals –
-
-	I smile upon the Aims
-
-	That felt so ample – Yesterday –
-
-	Today's – have vaster claims –
-
-
-
-	I do not doubt the self I was
-
-	Was competent to me –
-
-	But something awkward in the fit –
-
-	Proves that – outgrown – I see –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1945
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-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	564
-
-	My period had come for Prayer –
-
-	No other Art – would do –
-
-	My Tactics missed a rudiment –
-
-	Creator – Was it you?
-
-
-
-	God grows above – so those who pray
-
-	Horizons – must ascend –
-
-	And so I stepped upon the North
-
-	To see this Curious Friend –
-
-
-
-	His House was not – no sign had He –
-
-	By Chimney – nor by Door
-
-	Could I infer his Residence –
-
-	Vast Prairies of Air
-
-
-
-	Unbroken by a Settler –
-
-	Were all that I could see –
-
-	Infinitude – Had'st Thou no Face
-
-	That I might look on Thee?
-
-
-
-	The Silence condescended –
-
-	Creation stopped – for Me –
-
-	But awed beyond my errand –
-
-	I worshipped – did not "pray" –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1929
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	565
-
-	One Anguish – in a Crowd –
-
-	A Minor thing – it sounds –
-
-	And yet, unto the single Doe
-
-	Attempted of the Hounds
-
-
-
-	'Tis Terror as consummate
-
-	As Legions of Alarm
-
-	Did leap, full flanked, upon the Host –
-
-	'Tis Units – make the Swarm –
-
-
-
-	A Small Leech – on the Vitals –
-
-	The sliver, in the Lung –
-
-	The Bung out – of an Artery –
-
-	Are scarce accounted – Harms –
-
-
-
-	Yet might – by relation
-
-	To that Repealless thing –
-
-	A Being – impotent to end –
-
-	When once it has begun –
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1945
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	566
-
-	A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –
-
-	I hunted all the Sand –
-
-	I caught the Dripping of a Rock
-
-	And bore it in my Hand –
-
-
-
-	His Mighty Balls – in death were thick –
-
-	But searching – I could see
-
-	A Vision on the Retina
-
-	Of Water – and of me –
-
-
-
-	'Twas not my blame – who sped too slow –
-
-	'Twas not his blame – who died
-
-	While I was reaching him –
-
-	But 'twas – the fact that He was dead –
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1945
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-	567
-
-	He gave away his Life –
-
-	To Us – Gigantic Sum –
-
-	A trifle – in his own esteem –
-
-	But magnified – by Fame –
-
-
-
-	Until it burst the Hearts
-
-	That fancied they could hold –
-
-	When swift it slipped its limit –
-
-	And on the Heavens – unrolled –
-
-
-
-	'Tis Ours – to wince – and weep –
-
-	And wonder – and decay
-
-	By Blossoms gradual process –
-
-	He chose – Maturity –
-
-
-
-	And quickening – as we sowed –
-
-	Just obviated Bud –
-
-	And when We turned to note the Growth –
-
-	Broke – perfect – from the Pod –
-
-
-
-
-	c.1862
-	1935
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-
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-	568
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-	We learned the Whole of Love –
-
-	The Alphabet – the Words –
-
-	A Chapter – then the mighty Book –
-
-	Then – Revelation closed –
-
-
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-	But in Each Other's eyes
-
-	An Ignorance beheld –
-
-	Diviner than the Childhood's –
-
-	And each to each, a Child –
-
-
-
-	Attempted to expound
-
-	What Neither – understood –
-
-	Alas, that Wisdom is so large –
-
-	And Truth – so manifold!
-
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-	c.1862
-	1945
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-	569	+	555 Trust in the Unexpected –
-	I reckon – when I count it all –
-	First – Poets – Then the Sun –	+	556 The Brain, within its Groove
-	Then Summer – Then the Heaven of God –	+	557 She hideth Her the last –
-	And then – the List is done –
		+	558 But little Carmine hath her face –
		+	559 It knew no Medicine –
-	But, looking back – the First so seems
-	To Comprehend the Whole –	+	560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –
-	The Others look a needless Show –
-	So I write – Poets – All –	+	561 I measure every Grief I meet
		+	562 Conjecturing a Climate
		+	563 I could not prove the Years had feet –
-	Their Summer – lasts a Solid Year –	+	564 My period had come for Prayer –
-	They can afford a Sun	+	565 One Anguish – in a Crowd –
-	The East – would deem extravagant –
-	And if the Further Heaven –	+	566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –
		+	567 He gave away his Life –
-	Be Beautiful as they prepare
-	For Those who worship Them –	+	568 We learned the Whole of Love –
-	It is too difficult a Grace –
-	To justify the Dream –	+	569 I reckon – when I count it all –
-	c.1862
-	1929
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Bibliographies

• Bibliographie de la SAES
• recommandé par Paris X -Nanterre  :

Robert Weisbuch, Emily Dickinson’s Poetry , U of Chicago P, 1972

Ressources sur le web

• A Dickinson Glossary / Lexicon

• Guidelines on reading the poemscompiled by Washington State University.

• 'Dickinson' at 'Tailored Texts' - can be annotated (n.b. all annotations are public)

Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme

Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976.

303 The Soul selects her own Society –

304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –

305 The difference between Despair

306 The Soul's Superior instants

307 The One who could repeat the Summer day –

308 I send Two Sunsets –

309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –

310 Give little Anguish -

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves -

312 Her - “last Poems“ -

313 I should have been too glad, I see -

314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -

315 He fumbles at your Soul

316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –

317 Just so – Jesus – raps –

318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose –

319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –

320 We play at Paste –

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,

322 There came a Day at Summer's full,

325 Of Tribulation, these are They,

326 I cannot dance upon my Toes –

327 Before I got my eye put out

328 A Bird came down the Walk –

329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem

330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is –

331 While Asters –

332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –

333 The Grass so little has to do –

334 All the letters I can write

335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –

336 The face I carry with me – last –

337 I know a place where Summer strives

338 I know that He exists.

339 I tend my flowers for thee –

340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss,

341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

342 It will be Summer – eventually.

343 My Reward for Being, was This.

344 'Twas the old – road – through pain –

345 Funny – to be a Century –

346 Not probable – The barest Chance –

347 When Night is almost done –

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird

501 This World is not Conclusion.

502 At least – to pray – is left – is left –

503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –

504 You know that Portrait in the Moon –

505 I would not paint – a picture –

506 He touched me, so I live to know

507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles –

508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –

509 If anybody's friend be dead

510 It was not Death, for I stood up,

511 If you were coming in the Fall,

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments –

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,

514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles –

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –

516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is –

517 He parts Himself – like Leaves –

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night

519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us –

520 I started Early - Took my Dog -

521 Endow the Living – with the Tears –

522 Had I presumed to hope –

523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered

524 Departed – to the Judgment –

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand

526 To hear an Oriole sing

527 To put this World down, like a Bundle –

528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election!

529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –

530 You cannot put a Fire out –

531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming –

532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing

533 Two butterflies went out at Noon –

534 We see – Comparatively –

535 She's happy, with a new Content –

536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first –

537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt

538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –

539 The Province of the Saved

540 I took my Power in my Hand –

541 Some such Butterfly be seen

542 I had no Cause to be awake –

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech –

544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell –

545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts –

546 To fill a Gap

547 I've seen a Dying Eye

548 Death is potential to that Man

549 That I did always love

550 I cross till I am weary

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness –

552 An ignorance a Sunset

553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only –

554

The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –

555 Trust in the Unexpected –

556 The Brain, within its Groove

557 She hideth Her the last –

558 But little Carmine hath her face –

559 It knew no Medicine –

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –

561 I measure every Grief I meet

562 Conjecturing a Climate

563 I could not prove the Years had feet –

564 My period had come for Prayer –

565 One Anguish – in a Crowd –

566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –

567 He gave away his Life –

568 We learned the Whole of Love –

569 I reckon – when I count it all –