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September's Baccalaureate
A combination is
Of Crickets — Crows — and Retrospects
And a dissembling Breeze
That hints without assuming —
An Innuendo sear
That makes the Heart put up its Fun
And turn Philosopher. -
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The clearest eyes in all the world they read
With sense more keen and spirit of sight more true
Than burns and thrills in sunrise, when the dew
Flames, and absorbs the glory round it shed,
As they the light of ages quick and dead,
Closed now,...Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, —
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep eternity !
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first...
Several Questions Answerd
He who binds to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternitys sun rise
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The look of love alarms
Because tis filld with fire
But...Severer Service of myself
I — hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind —
I worried Nature with my Wheels
When Hers had ceased to run —
When she had put away Her Work
My own had just begun.
I strove to weary Brain and Bone —
To...Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed —
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door —
Daisies point the way there —
And the Troubadour.Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried —
The Poet searched Philology
And when about to ring
For the suspended Candidate
There came unsummoned in —
That portion of the Vision
The Word...Shame is the shawl of Pink
In which we wrap the Soul
To keep it from infesting Eyes —
The elemental Veil
Which helpless Nature drops
When pushed upon a scene
Repugnant to her probity —
Shame is the tint divine.