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I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave’s run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!

One need not be a chamber to be ha
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a midnight meeting

244
It is easy to work when the soul i
But when the soul is in pain—
The hearing him put his playthings
Makes work difficult—then—

Part One: Life
HE preached upon “breadth” till i
The broad are too broad to define:
And of “truth” until it proclaimed
The truth never flaunted a sign.

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If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.

Luck is not chance
It’s Toil
Fortune’s expensive smile
Is earned
The Father of the Mine

The Road was lit with Moon and st
The Trees were bright and still -
Descried I - by the distant Ligh
A Traveller on a Hill -
To magic Perpendiculars

820
All Circumstances are the Frame
In which His Face is set—
All Latitudes exist for His
Sufficient Continent—

92
My friend must be a Bird’—
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!