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The sweetest Heresy received
That Man and Woman know—
Each Other’s Convert—
Though the Faith accommodate but

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To love thee Year by Year—
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease—
However, dear,

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Savior! I’ve no one else to tell—
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so—
Dost thou remember me?

THROUGH the straight pass of su
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
A stately, shriven company;

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Her—“last Poems”—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,

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As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea—
And that—a further—and the Three
But a presumption be—

I STARTED early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
Came out to look at me,
And frigates in the upper floor

Dying at my music!
Bubble! Bubble!
Hold me till the Octave’s run!
Quick! Burst the Windows!
Ritardando!

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The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft—yieldeth me—
If any ask me why—
’Twere easier to die—