978
It bloomed and dropt, a Single No
The Flower—distinct and Red—
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead

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

16
I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!

997
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act
A fundamental pause
Dilapidation’s processes
Are organized Decays.

379
Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight—
Affords a Bliss like Murder—
Omnipotent—Acute—

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love; but since

No matter—now—Sweet—
But when I’m Earl—
Won’t you wish you’d spoken
To that dull Girl?
Trivial a Word—just—

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

950
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
For treason not of His, but Life’
Gone Westerly, Today—