Come slowly,
Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,

I many times thought Peace had co
When Peace was far away’—
As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t
At Centre of the Sea’—
And struggle slacker’—but to prove

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes—

SOME things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:

A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar
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Dying! Dying in the night!
Won’t somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

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Deprived of other Banquet,
I entertained Myself—
At first—a scant nutrition—
An insufficient Loaf—

The Grass so little has to do '€“
A Sphere of simple Green '€“
With only Butterflies to brood
And Bees to entertain '€“
And stir all day to pretty Tunes

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves fro

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It makes no difference abroad—
The Seasons—fit—the same—
The Mornings blossom into Noons—
And split their Pods of Flame—