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“Heaven”-is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree-
Provided it do hopeless-hang-
That-”Heaven” is-to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud-
The interdicted Land-
Behind the Hill-the House behind-
There-Paradise-is found!
Her teasing Purples-Afternoons-
The credulous-decoy-
Enamored-of the Conjuror-
That spurned us-Yesterday!