The Moon upon her fluent Route
Defiant of a Road —
The Star's Etruscan Argument
Substantiate a God —
If Aims impel these Astral Ones
The ones allowed to know
Know that which makes them as forgot
As Dawn forgets them — now —
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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago —
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below —
Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde —
Her Cheek — a Beryl hewn —
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known —
Her Lips of Amber never part —
...The Morning after Woe —
'Tis frequently the Way —
Surpasses all that rose before —
For utter Jubilee —
As Nature did not care —
And piled her Blossoms on —
And further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared upon —
The Birds declaim their Tunes —
Pronouncing...The morns are meeker than they were —
The nuts are getting brown —
The berry's cheek is plumper —
The Rose is out of town.
The Maple wears a gayer scarf —
The field a scarlet gown —
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.The most important population
Unnoticed dwell,
They have a heaven each instant
Not any hell.
Their names, unless you know them,
'Twere useless tell.
Of bumble-bees and other nations
The grass is full.The most pathetic thing I do
Is play I hear from you —
I make believe until my Heart
Almost believes it too
But when I break it with the news
You knew it was not true
I wish I had not broken it —
Goliah — so would you —The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
Embarked upon a twig today
And till Dominion set
I famish to behold so eminent a sight
And sang for nothing scrutable
But intimate Delight.
Retired, and resumed his transitive Estate —
To what delicious Accident
Does finest Glory fit!...The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed...The Mountain sat upon the Plain
In his tremendous Chair —
His observation omnifold,
His inquest, everywhere —
The Seasons played around his knees
Like Children round a sire —
Grandfather of the Days is He
Of Dawn, the Ancestor —The Mountains stood in Haze —
The Valleys stopped below
And went or waited as they liked
The River and the Sky.
At leisure was the Sun —
His interests of Fire
A little from remark withdrawn —
The Twilight spoke the Spire,
So soft upon the Scene
The Act of...