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    My Spectre around me night & day

    Like a Wild beast guards my way

    My Emanation far within

    Weeps incessantly for my Sin


    A Fathomless & boundless deep

    There we wander there we weep
    ...

  • On such a night, or such a night,

    Would anybody care

    If such a little figure

    Slipped quiet from its chair —


    So quiet — Oh how quiet,

    That nobody might know

    But that the little figure

    Rocked softer — to and fro —


    On such a dawn, or such a dawn —

    Would...



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    Silent, Silent Night

    Quench the holy light

    Of thy torches bright.


    For possess'd of Day

    Thousand spirits stray

    That sweet joys betray.


    Why should joys be sweet

    Used with deceit

    Nor with sorrows meet?


    But an honest...

  • Some say goodnight — at night —

    I say goodnight by day —

    Good-bye — the Going utter me —

    Goodnight, I still reply —


    For parting, that is night,

    And presence, simply dawn —

    Itself, the purple on the height

    Denominated morn.

  • Somehow myself survived the Night

    And entered with the Day —

    That it be saved the Saved suffice

    Without the Formula.


    Henceforth I take my living place

    As one commuted led —

    A Candidate for Morning Chance

    But dated with the Dead.

  • Sunset at Night — is natural —

    But Sunset on the Dawn

    Reverses Nature — Master —

    So Midnight's — due — at Noon.


    Eclipses be — predicted —

    And Science bows them in —

    But do one face us suddenly —

    Jehovah's Watch — is wrong.

  • The first Day's Night had come —

    And grateful that a thing

    So terrible — had been endured —

    I told my Soul to sing —


    She said her Strings were snapt —

    Her Bow — to Atoms blown —

    And so to mend her — gave me work

    Until another Morn —


    And then — a Day as huge
    ...

  • She mentioned, and forgot;

    Then lightly as a reed

    Bent to the water, shivered scarce,

    Consented, and was dead.


    And we, we placed the hair,

    And drew the head erect;

    And then an awful leisure was,

    Our faith to regulate.

  • The Night was wide, and furnished scant

    With but a single Star —

    That often as a Cloud it met —

    Blew out itself — for fear —


    The Wind pursued the little Bush —

    And drove away the Leaves

    November left — then clambered up

    And fretted in the Eaves —


    No Squirrel went...