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Sleep is supposed to be
By souls of sanity
The shutting of the eye.
Sleep is the station grand

59
A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard—

768
When I hoped, I recollect
Just the place I stood—
At a Window facing West—
Roughest Air—was good—

354
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged—a Summer Afternoon—
Repairing Everywhere—

I cannot live with You—
It would be Life—
And Life is over there—
Behind the Shelf
The Sexton keeps the Key to—

It sounded as if the Streets were
And then– the Streets stood stil
Eclipse - was all we could see at
And Awe - was all we could feel.
By and by - the boldest stole out

READ, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore

Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accos

677
To be alive’—is Power’—
Existence’—in itself’—
Without a further function’—
Omnipotence’—Enough’—

772
The hallowing of Pain
Like hallowing of Heaven,
Obtains at a corporeal cost—
The Summit is not given