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623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see