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619 Glee - the great storm is over Four - have recovered the Land Forty - gone down together Into the boiling Sand

Ring - for the Scant Salvation Toll - for the bonnie Souls Neighbor - and friend - and Bridegroom, Spinning upon the Shoals

How they will tell the StoryWhen Winter shake the Door Till the Children urge - But the Forty Did they - come back no more?

Then a softness - suffuses the Story And a silence - the Teller's eye And the Children - no further question And only the Sea - reply

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621 I asked no other thing No other - was denied I offered Being - for it The Mighty Merchant sneered

Brazil? He twirled a Button Without a glance my way " But - Madam - is there nothing else That We can show - Today? "

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657 I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior - for Doors

Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky

Of Visitors - the fairest For Occupation - This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise

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680 Each Life Converges to some Centre Expressed - or still Exists in every Human Nature A Goal

Embodied scarcely to itself- it may beToo fair For Credibility's presumption To mar

Adored with caution- as a Brittle HeavenTo reach Were hopeless Rainbow's Raiment To touch

Yet persevered toward

sure- for the distance; How highUnto the Saints" slow diligenceThe Sky

Ungained- it may be

by a Life's low VentureBut then Eternity enables the endeavoring Again.

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686 They say that "Time assuages"

Time never did assuageAn actual suffering strengthens

As Sinews do, with age

Time is a Test of Trouble,

But not a RemedyIf such it prove, it prove too

There was no Malady

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712 Because I could not stop for DeathHe kindly stopped for meThe Carriage held but just OurselvesAnd Immortality.

We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For His Civility

We passed the School where Children strove At Recess - in the RingWe passed the Fields of Gazing Grain We passed the Setting Sun

Or rather -- He passed UsThe Dews drew quivering and chillFor only Gossamer, my GownMy Tippet -- only Tulle

We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the GroundThe Roof was scarcely visibleThe Cornice -- in the Ground

Since then - "t is Centuries-and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses" Heads Were toward Eternity

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875 I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way The Stars about my Head I felt About my Feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next Would be my final inch This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

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887 We outgrow love like other things And put it in the Drawer Till it an Antique fashion shows Like Costumes Grandsires wore.