from Emily . . .
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This was a Poet — It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings —
And Attar so immense
From the familiar species
That perished by the Door —
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested it — before —
Of Pictures, the Discloser —
The Poet — it is He —
Entitles Us — by Contrast —
To ceaseless Poverty —
Of portion — so unconscious —
The Robbing — could not harm —
Himself — to Him — a Fortune —
Exterior — to Time —
455
TRIUMPH – may be of several kinds –
There’s triumph in the room
When that Old Imperator – Death –
By Faith – be overcome –
There’s Triumph of the finerMmind
When Truth – affronted long –
Advance unmoved – to Her Supreme –
Her God – Her only Throng –
A Triumph when Temptation’s Bribe
Is slowly handed back –
One eye upon the Heaven renounced –
And One – upon the Rack –
Severer Triumph – by Himself
Experienced – who pass
Acquitted – from that Naked Bar –
Jehovah’s Countenance –
This was a Poet — It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings —
And Attar so immense
From the familiar species
That perished by the Door —
We wonder it was not Ourselves
Arrested it — before —
Of Pictures, the Discloser —
The Poet — it is He —
Entitles Us — by Contrast —
To ceaseless Poverty —
Of portion — so unconscious —
The Robbing — could not harm —
Himself — to Him — a Fortune —
Exterior — to Time —
455
TRIUMPH – may be of several kinds –
There’s triumph in the room
When that Old Imperator – Death –
By Faith – be overcome –
There’s Triumph of the finerMmind
When Truth – affronted long –
Advance unmoved – to Her Supreme –
Her God – Her only Throng –
A Triumph when Temptation’s Bribe
Is slowly handed back –
One eye upon the Heaven renounced –
And One – upon the Rack –
Severer Triumph – by Himself
Experienced – who pass
Acquitted – from that Naked Bar –
Jehovah’s Countenance –
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