An Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.
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An honest Tear
Is durabler than Bronze —
This Cenotaph
May each that dies —
Reared by itself —
No Deputy suffice —
Gratitude bears
When Obelisk decays -
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me —
With them would Harbor be — -
An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye —
Of Territory — Color —
Circumference — Decay —
Its Amber Revelation
Exhilirate — Debase —
Omnipotence' inspection
Of Our inferior face —
And when the solemn features
Confirm — in Victory —
We start —...'Tis sixty years since first beneath this tree
I stood a boy of ten,
And here what time has left, or made of me,
I stand again.
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And his legs carried it like a long fork
Reachd all the way from Chichester to York
From York all across Scotland to the Sea
This was a Man of Men as seems to me
5 Not only in his Mouth his own Soul lay...And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end
Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root"And with what body do they come?" —
Then they do come — Rejoice!
What Door — What Hour — Run — run — My Soul!
Illuminate the House!
"Body!" Then real — a Face and Eyes —
To know that it is them!
Paul knew the Man that knew the News —
He passed through Bethlehem —It is not the fear of death
That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath
I ask thee now;
I can die with lip unstirr'd
And a quiet heart—
Let but this prayer be heard
Ere I depart.
I can give up my mother's look—
My sister's kiss;
I can...
The Angel[1]
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden queen
Guarded by an angel mild.
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!
And I wept both night & day,
And he wiped my tears away,...