Who were 'the Father and the Son’
We pondered when a child,
And what had they to do with us
And when portentous told
With inference appalling

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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Till Death’—is narrow Loving’—
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

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Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid

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She slept beneath a tree—
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute—
She recognized the foot—

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New feet within my garden go—
New fingers stir the sod—
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown -
Who ponders this tremendous scene
This whole Experiment of Green -

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Did Our Best Moment last—
‘Twould supersede the Heaven—
A few—and they by Risk—procure—
So this Sort—are not given—

Publication—is the Auction
Of the Mind of Man—
Poverty—be justifying
For so foul a thing
Possibly—but We—would rather

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Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!