My Season's furthest Flower —
I tenderer commend
Because I found Her Kinsmanless,
A Grace without a Friend.
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My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me — and I smiled —
My Soul — that Morning — was My friend —
Her favor — is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time — or Men —
But Her Disdain — 'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire —...
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My Spectre around me night & day
Like a Wild beast guards my way
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my Sin
A Fathomless & boundless deep
There we wander there we weep
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My title as [a] Genius[3] thus is provd
Not Praisd by Hayley nor by Flaxman lovdMy Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory
And wished myself were They.
What is to be is best descried
When it has...My Wars are laid away in Books —
I have one Battle more —
A Foe whom I have never seen
But oft has scanned me o'er —
And hesitated me between
And others at my side,
But chose the best — Neglecting me — till
All the rest, have died —
How sweet if I am not forgot
By...My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
My foot is on the Tide!
An unfrequented road —
Yet have all roads
A clearing at the end —
Some have resigned the Loom —
Some in the busy tomb
Find...My Worthiness is all my Doubt —
His Merit — all my fear —
Contrasting which, my quality
Do lowlier — appear —
Lest I should insufficient prove
For His beloved Need —
The Chiefest Apprehension
Upon my thronging Mind —
'Tis true — that Deity to stoop
...By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep,
And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleed,
Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun
Lived my hero, Jim the Ringer, "cocky" on Mylora Run.
Jimmy loved the super's daughter, Miss Amelia Jane McGrath.
Long and...Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock's advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
The Weather — how the Rains
In Counties have begun.
'Tis News as null as nothing,
But sweeter so — than none.