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These’—saw Visions’—
Latch them softly’—
These’—held Dimples’—
Smooth them slow’—

I watched the Moon around the Hou
Until upon a Pane—
She stopped—a Traveller’s privile
And there upon
I gazed—as at a stranger—

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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So the Eyes accost’—and sunder
In an Audience’—
Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’—
So may Countenance

129
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree

132
I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;

The Savior must have been
A docile Gentleman’—
To come so far so cold a Day
For little Fellowmen’—
The Road to Bethlehem

30
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?

485
To make One’s Toilette—after Dea
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

A happy lip—breaks sudden—
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated—smiling—
Just consummated—now—
But this one, wears its merriment