Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
‘This man loved me‘—then rise and trip away.
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain —
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design —
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure —
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character. -
The Future — never spoke —
Nor will He — like the Dumb —
Reveal by sign — a syllable
Of His Profound To Come —
But when the News be ripe —
Presents it — in the Act —
Forestalling Preparation —
Escape — or Substitute —
Indifference to Him —
The Dower — as...