While Asters —
On the Hill —
Their Everlasting fashions — set —
And Covenant Gentians — Frill!
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While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare —
Love is like Life — merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping...While we were fearing it, it came —
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair —
There is a Fitting — a Dismay —
A Fitting — a Despair
'Tis harder knowing it is Due
Than knowing it is Here.
They Trying on the Utmost
...White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour —Who abdicated Ambush
And went the way of Dusk,
And now against his subtle Name
There stands an Asterisk
As confident of him as we —
Impregnable we are —
The whole of Immortality
Secreted in a Star.Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King —
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing —
No Man depose
Whom Fate Ordain —
And Who can add a Crown
To Him who doth continual
Conspire against His OwnWho Giants know, with lesser Men
Are incomplete, and shy —
For Greatness, that is ill at ease
In minor Company —
A Smaller, could not be perturbed —
The Summer Gnat displays —
Unconscious that his single Fleet
Do not comprise the skies —Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean —
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
For Pattern is the Mind bestowed
That imitating her
Our most ignoble Services
Exhibit worthier.Who has not found the Heaven — below —
Will fail of it above —
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove —