Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock's advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
The Weather — how the Rains
In Counties have begun.
'Tis News as null as nothing,
But sweeter so — than none.
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Myself was formed — a Carpenter —
An unpretending time
My Plane — and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came —
To measure our attainments —
Had we the Art of Boards
Sufficiently developed — He'd hire us
At Halves —
My Tools took Human — Faces —
The Bench...Severer Service of myself
I — hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind —
I worried Nature with my Wheels
When Hers had ceased to run —
When she had put away Her Work
My own had just begun.
I strove to weary Brain and Bone —
To...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.The Grace — Myself — might not obtain —
Confer upon My flower —
Refracted but a Countenance —
For I — inhabit Her —You taught me Waiting with Myself —
Appointment strictly kept —
You taught me fortitude of Fate —
This — also — I have learnt —
An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life — had done — before it —
Yet — there is a Science more —
The Heaven you know —...