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Of Bronze – and Blaze –

The North – Tonight –

So adequate – its forms –

So preconcerted with itself

So distant – to alarms –

An Unconcern so sovreign

To Universe, or me –

Infects my simple spirit

With Taints of Majesty –

Till I take vaster attitudes –

And strut upon my stem –

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them –

My Splendors, are Menagerie –

But their Competeless Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I, am long ago,

An Island in dishonored Grass –

Whom none but Beetles – know.

ca. 1861