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‘Arcturus’ is his other name’—
I’d rather call him ‘Star.’
It’s very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

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—

High from the earth I heard a bir
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly

58
Delayed till she had ceased to kno
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay—
An hour behind the fleeting breath

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains,

493
The World—stands—solemner—to me—
Since I was wed—to Him—
A modesty befits the soul
That bears another’s—name—

THERE’S a certain slant of ligh
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;

170
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine—
In a satin Vest!

121
As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread—
As brooks in deserts babble sweet

82
Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods