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By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea – with a Stem –
If the Bird and the Farmer – deem it a “Pine” –
The Opinion will serve – for them –
It has no Port, nor a “Line” – but the Jays –
That split their route to the Sky –
Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula
May be easier reached – this way –
For Inlands – the Earth is the under side –
And the upper side – is the Sun –
And its Commerce – if Commerce it have –
Of Spice – I infer from the Odors borne –
Of its Voice – to affirm – when the Wind is within –
Can the Dumb – define the Divine?
The Definition of Melody – is –
That Definition is none –
It – suggests to our Faith –
They – suggest to our Sight –
When the latter – is put away
I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met
That Immortality –
Was the Pine at my Window a “Fellow
Of the Royal” Infinity?
Apprehensions – are God’s introductions –
To be hallowed – accordingly –
