Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the Ground
And leaves us in another place
Whose statement is not found -
Returns us not, but after time

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Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlast
A Smaller Purple grows—
At sunset, or a lesser glow

The nearest dream recedes, unreali
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;

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A solemn thing—it was—I said—
A woman—white—to be—
And wear—if God should count me f
Her blameless mystery—

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The Red’—Blaze’—is the Morning’—
The Violet’—is Noon’—
The Yellow’—Day’—is falling’—
And after that’—is none’—

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For this’—accepted Breath’—
Through it’—compete with Death’—
The fellow cannot touch this Crow
By it’—my title take’—

The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,

I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I’m accustomed to him grown,—
He hurts a little, though.
I thought if I could only live

On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot -
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought -
How red the Fire rocks below -