Reverse cannot befall
That fine Prosperity
Whose Sources are interior —
As soon — Adversity
A Diamond — overtake
In far — Bolivian Ground —
Misfortune hath no implement
Could mar it — if it found —
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Revolution is the Pod
Systems rattle from
When the Winds of Will are stirred
Excellent is Bloom
But except its Russet Base
Every Summer be
The Entomber of itself,
So of Liberty —
Left inactive on the Stalk
All its Purple fled
Revolution shakes...Ribbons of the Year —
Multitude Brocade —
Worn to Nature's Party once
Then, as flung aside
As a faded Bead
Or a Wrinkled Pearl
Who shall charge the Vanity
Of the Maker's Girl?
Riches
The countless gold of a merry heart
The rubies & pearls of a loving eye
The indolent never can bring to the mart
Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury[4]Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
Seductive in the Air —
That Tun is hollow — but the Tun —
With Hundred Weights — to spare —
Too ponderous to suspect the snare
Espies that fickle chair
And seats itself to be let go
By that perfidious Hair —
The "foolish Tun" the...Robbed by Death — but that was easy —
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing —
Robbed by Liberty
For Her Jugular Defences —
This, too, I endured —
Hint of Glory — it afforded —
For the Brave Beloved —
Fraud of Distance — Fraud of Danger,
Fraud...Oh! how thou art changed, thou proud daughter of fame,
Since that hour of ripe glory, when empire was thine,
When earth's purple rulers, kings, quailed at thy name,
And thy capitol worshipped as Liberty's shrine.
In the day of thy pride, when thy crest was untamed,
And the red star of conquest was bright...O, pour upon my soul again
That sad, unearthly strain,
That seems from other worlds to plain;
Thus falling, falling from afar,
As if some melancholy star
Had mingled with her light her sighs,
And dropped them from the skies.
No - never came from aught below
This...Last days of August ... autumn is already advancing.
The sun was setting. Sudden gusts of rain, no thunder and no lightning, just flashed over our broad plain.
Garden before the house burned and smoked, all bathed in the morning fire and flood of rain.
She sat at a table in the living room and a stubborn looked pensively...