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,

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Could live’—did live’—
Could die’—did die’—
Could smile upon the whole
Through faith in one he met not,

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Delight is as the flight—
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say—
The Rainbow’s way—

An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.

I see thee better’—in the Dark’—
I do not need a Light’—
The Love of Thee’—a Prism be’—
Excelling Violet’—
I see thee better for the Years

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The Winters are so short—
I’m hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away—
And moving into Pod—

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Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost indeed—
But tens have won an all—

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To put this World down, like a Bu
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy—possibly Agony—
’Tis the Scarlet way

After great pain, a formal feeling
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like
The stiff Heart questions was it
And Yesterday, or Centuries befor
The Feet, mechanical, go round—

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Perhaps you think me stooping
I’m not ashamed of that
Christ—stooped until He touched t
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