Some keep the Sabbath going to Church --I keep it, staying at Home --With a Bobolink for a Chorister --And an Orchard, for a Dome.
His mind of man, a secret makesI meet him with a startHe carries a circumferenceIn which I have no part.
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing Eyes --I wonder if It weighs like Mine --Or has an Easier size.
This World is not Conclusion.A Sequel stands beyond--Invisible, as Music--But positive, as Sound.
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