Peace is a fiction of our Faith —
The Bells a Winter Night
Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound
That never did alight.
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Perception of an object costs
Precise the Object's loss —
Perception in itself a Gain
Replying to its Price —
The Object Absolute — is nought —
Perception sets it fair
And then upbraids a Perfectness
That situates so far — -
Perhaps I asked too large —
I take — no less than skies —
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town —
My Basket holds — just — Firmaments —
Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram. -
Perhaps they do not go so far
As we who stay, suppose —
Perhaps come closer, for the lapse
Of their corporeal clothes —
It may be know so certainly
How short we have to fear
That comprehension antedates
And estimates us there — -
Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ — stooped until He touched the Grave —
Do those at Sacrament
Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above? -
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower ?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil
Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and...Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there —
Begets an awe
That searches Human Nature's creases
As clean as Fire.An ancient Burrough in the West[1]
Was lately put unto the test,
Their loyalty and zeal to prove,
If King and Country they did love.
For you must know, within the town,[2]
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A Petty sneaking Knave I knew
O Mr Cr—— how do ye doI strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky—
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching...