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"My ardent horse, why are you neighing?
Why are you hanging your neck?
Why do you not shake you mane,
Not nibble your bit?
Do I not care for you?
Or don't you eat enough oats?
Is your harness not beautiful?
Is your rein made not of silk?
Are your shoes not of...They are all gone away,
The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.
Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.
Nor is there one to-day
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing...How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread —
No Bridge below doth totter so —
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God —
Indeed — 'twas built by him —
He sent his Son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm.How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account
Have settled with the year! —
Paid all that life had earned
In one consummate bill,
And now, what life or death can do
Is immaterial.
Insulting is the sun
To him whose mortal light...How destitute is he
Whose Gold is firm
Who finds it every time
The small stale Sum —
When Love with but a Pence
Will so display
As is a disrespect
To India.How far is it to Heaven?
As far as Death this way —
Of River or of Ridge beyond
Was no discovery.
How far is it to Hell?
As far as Death this way —
How far left hand the Sepulchre
Defies Topography.How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate
In all Identity —
How mighty to the insecure
Thy Physiognomy
To whom not any Face cohere —
Unless concealed in theeMy little devices to live till Monday would woo your sad attention - Full of work and plots and little happinesses the Thought of you protracts them all and makes them sham and cold -
How fleet - how indiscreet an one -
how always wrong is Love -
The joyful little Deity
We are not scourged to serve -...How fortunate the Grave —
All Prizes to obtain —
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.