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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-