The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul -
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole -
In which the soul at first estrang

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The Mountains’—grow unnoticed’—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt’—Exhaustion’—
Assistance’—or Applause’—

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds

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New feet within my garden go—
New fingers stir the sod—
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays the solitude.

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Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree

THE heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;

A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird -

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That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
Or a Glee among the Garret
Or a Holiday

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To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,

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The hallowing of Pain
Like hallowing of Heaven,
Obtains at a corporeal cost—
The Summit is not given