By homely gift and hindered Words
The human heart is told
Of Nothing -
‘Nothing’ is the force
That renovates the World -

How Human Nature dotes
On what it can’t detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct -
Prospective is the friend

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The Sunrise runs for Both—
The East—Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill—
The Noon unwinds Her Blue

So much of Heaven has gone from E
That there must be a Heaven
If only to enclose the Saints
To Affidavit given.
The Missionary to the Mole

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Ribbons of the Year—
Multitude Brocade—
Worn to Nature’s Party once
Then, as flung aside

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These tested Our Horizon—
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,

Pain—has an Element of Blank—
It cannot recollect
When it begun—or if there were
A time when it was not—
It has no Future—but itself—

WE outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

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If He dissolve – then – there is
Eclipse – at Midnight –
It was dark – before –
Sunset – at Easter –