MY life closed twice before its c
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,

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I would not paint’—a picture’—
I’d rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell’—delicious’—on’—

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They leave us with the Infinite.
But He—is not a man—
His fingers are the size of fists—
His fists, the size of men—

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The Veins of other Flowers
The Scarlet Flowers are
Till Nature leisure has for Terms
As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

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All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One—
All forsook, for just a Stranger’
New Accompanying—

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I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery—
Others—whose instant’s wanting—
Would be Eternity—

237
I think just how my shape will ris
When I shall be “forgiven”—
Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea
Are out of sight—in Heaven—

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It was too late for Man—
But early, yet, for God—
Creation—impotent to help—
But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

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With thee, in the Desert—
With thee in the thirst—
With thee in the Tamarind wood—
Leopard breathes—at last!

A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa
Conscious—as old Napoleon,