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In rags mysterious as these
The shining Courtiers go—
Veiling the purple, and the plumes
Veiling the ermine so.

422
More Life’—went out’—when He went
Than Ordinary Breath’—
Lit with a finer Phosphor’—
Requiring in the Quench’—

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It tossed’—and tossed’—
A little Brig I knew’—o’ertook by
It spun’—and spun’—
And groped delirious, for Morn’—

464
The power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push his Picture—
Presumptuous of Your Place—

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,

548
Death is potential to that Man
Who dies—and to his friend—
Beyond that—unconspicuous
To Anyone but God—

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I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;

Part Five: The Single Hound
The duties of the Wind are few—
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escor
And usher Liberty.

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By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted—
Which blossom in the dark.

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I saw no Way’—The Heavens were s
I felt the Columns close’—
The Earth reversed her Hemisphere
I touched the Universe’—