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Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place—
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace—

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

960
As plan for Noon and plan for Nig
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective—
The Foot upon the Earth

183
I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said—
Yet held my breath, the while—

Spring comes on the World -
I sight the Aprils -
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,

“Arcturus” is his other name’—
I’d rather call him “Star.”
It’s very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day’—

192
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!

659
That first Day, when you praised
And said that I was strong—
And could be mighty, if I liked—
That Day—the Days among—

81
We should not mind so small a flow
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.

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The hallowing of Pain
Like hallowing of Heaven,
Obtains at a corporeal cost—
The Summit is not given