| A light exists in spring, Not present in the year. At any other period, When March is scarcely here. A color stands abroad, On solitary fields, That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. It waits upon the lawn, It shows the furthest tree Upon the furthest slope you know, It almost speaks to you. Then, as horizons step, Or noons report way, Without the formula of sound, It passes and we stay - A quality of loss, Affecting our content, As trade has suddenly enroached Upon sacrament. ------------------- Finding is the first act, The second, loss, Third, expedition for The �golden fleece.� Fourth, no discovery, Fifth, no crew, Finally, no golden fleece. Jason sham too. -------------------- 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. ------------------- Perception of an object costs Precise the object�s loss, Perception in itself a gain, Replying to it�s price. The object absolute is naught, Perception sets it fair. And then upbraids a perfectness, That situates so far. --------------------- Until the desert knows That water flows, His sands suffice. But let him once suspect, That Caspian fact, Sahara dies. Utmost is relative, Have not or have, Adjacent sums. Enough, the first abode On the familiar rode, Galloped in dreams. ------------------------ As imperceptibly as grief, The summer lapsed away. Too imperceptible at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, As twilight long begun, Or nature spending with herself Sequestered afternoon. The dusk drew earlier in, The morning foreign shone, A courteous, yet harrowing grace, As guest, that would be gone. And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape, Into the beautiful. ----------------------- There are two Mays, And then a Must. And after that a Shall. How infinite the compromise That indicates I will!! |
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