The Kid
Thou little Kid didst play
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Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you —
Bare your Jessamine — to the storm —
And she will fling her maddest perfume —
Haply — your Summer night to Charm —
Stab the Bird — that built in your bosom —
Oh, could you catch her last Refrain —
Bubble! "forgive" — "Some better" — Bubble!
"...Knock with tremor —
These are Caesars —
Should they be at Home
Flee as if you trod unthinking
On the Foot of Doom —
These receded to accostal
Centuries ago —
Should they rend you with "How are you"
What have you to show?The wail of France comes o'er the sea, --
She mourns for thee, departed chief;
And we, the children of the Free,
Re-echo back the notes of grief.
Thy course was like the morning sun,
That lights two worlds, the east and west;
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Come hither my boy tell me what thou seest there
A fool tangled in a religious snare[3]Lad of Athens faithful be to thyself and mystery—
All the rest is perjury—Lain in Nature — so suffice us
The enchantless Pod
When we advertise existence
For the missing Seed —
Maddest Heart that God created
Cannot move a sod
Pasted by the simple summer
On the Longed for DeadLay this Laurel on the One
Too intrinsic for Renown —
Laurel — veil your deathless tree —
Him you chasten, that is He!