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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