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The Heart has narrow Banks
The Heart has narrow Banks
It measures like the Sea
In mighty unremitting Bass
And Blue Monotony
Till Hurricane bisect
And as itself discerns
Its insufficient Area
The Heart convulsive learns
That Calm is but a Wall
Of unattempted Gauze
An instant’s Push demolishes
A Questioning dissolves.
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