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Boston Common December During The Transit Of Venus	A
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I Love all sights of earth and skies	B
From flowers that glow to stars that shine	C
The comet and the penny show	D
All curious things above below	D
Hold each in turn my wandering eyes	B
I claim the Christian Pagan's line	C
Humani nihil even so	D
And is not human life divine	C
When soft the western breezes blow	D
And strolling youths meet sauntering maids	E
I love to watch the stirring trades	E
Beneath the Vallombrosa shades	E
Our much enduring elms bestow	D
The vender and his rhetoric's flow	D
That lambent stream of liquid lies	B
The bait he dangles from his line	C
The gudgeon and his gold washed prize	B
I halt before the blazoned sign	C
That bids me linger to admire	F
The drama time can never tire	G
The little hero of the hunch	H
With iron arm and soul of fire	G
And will that works his fierce desire	G
Untamed unscared unconquered Punch	H
My ear a pleasing torture finds	I
In tones the withered sibyl grinds	I
The dame sans merci's broken strain	J
Whom I erewhile perchance have known	K
When Orleans filled the Bourbon throne	K
A siren singing by the Seine	L
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But most I love the tube that spies	B
The orbs celestial in their march	M
That shows the comet as it whisks	N
Its tail across the planets' disks	N
As if to blind their blood shot eyes	B
Or wheels so close against the sun	O
We tremble at the thought of risks	N
Our little spinning ball may run	O
To pop like corn that children parch	M
From summer something overdone	O
And roll a cinder through the skies	B
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Grudge not to day the scanty fee	L
To him who farms the firmament	D
To whom the Milky Way is free	L
Who holds the wondrous crystal key	L
The silent Open Sesame	L
That Science to her sons has lent	D
Who takes his toll and lifts the bar	P
That shuts the road to sun and star	P
If Venus only comes to time	Q
And prophets say she must and shall	R
To day will hear the tinkling chime	Q
Of many a ringing silver dime	Q
For him whose optic glass supplies	B
The crowd with astronomic eyes	B
The Galileo of the Mall	S
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Dimly the transit morning broke	T
The sun seemed doubting what to do	D
As one who questions how to dress	U
And takes his doublets from the press	U
And halts between the old and new	D
Please Heaven he wear his suit of blue	D
Or don at least his ragged cloak	T
With rents that show the azure through	D
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I go the patient crowd to join	V
That round the tube my eyes discern	W
The last new comer of the file	X
And wait and wait a weary while	X
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And gape and stretch and shrug and smile	X
For each his place must fairly earn	W
Hindmost and foremost in his turn	W
Till hitching onward pace by pace	Y
I gain at last the envied place	Y
And pay the white exiguous coin	V
The sun and I are face to face	Y
He glares at me I stare at him	Z
And lo my straining eye has found	D
A little spot that black and round	D
Lies near the crimsoned fire orb's rim	Z
O blessed beauteous evening star	P
Well named for her whom earth adores	A2
The Lady of the dove drawn car	P
I know thee in thy white simar	P
But veiled in black a rayless spot	D
Blank as a careless scribbler's blot	D
Stripped of thy robe of silvery flame	B2
The stolen robe that Night restores	A2
When Day has shut his golden doors	A2
I see thee yet I know thee not	D
And canst thou call thyself the same	B2
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A black round spot and that is all	S
And such a speck our earth would be	L
If he who looks upon the stars	C2
Through the red atmosphere of Mars	C2
Could see our little creeping ball	S
Across the disk of crimson crawl	S
As I our sister planet see	L
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And art thou then a world like ours	D2
Flung from the orb that whirled our own	K
A molten pebble from its zone	K
How must thy burning sands absorb	E2
The fire waves of the blazing orb	E2
Thy chain so short thy path so near	P
Thy flame defying creatures hear	P
The maelstroms of the photosphere	P
And is thy bosom decked with flowers	D2
That steal their bloom from scalding showers	D2
And bast thou cities domes and towers	D2
And life and love that makes it dear	P
And death that fills thy tribes with fear	P
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Lost in my dream my spirit soars	A2
Through paths the wandering angels know	D
My all pervading thought explores	A2
The azure ocean's lucent shores	A2
I leave my mortal self below	D
As up the star lit stairs I climb	Q
And still the widening view reveals	F2
In endless rounds the circling wheels	F2
That build the horologe of time	Q
New spheres new suns new systems gleam	G2
The voice no earth born echo hears	H2
Steals softly on my ravished ears	I2
I hear them singing as they shine	C
A mortal's voice dissolves my dream	G2
My patient neighbor next in line	C
Hints gently there are those who wait	D
O guardian of the starry gate	D
What coin shall pay this debt of mine	C
Too slight thy claim too small the fee	L
That bids thee turn the potent key	L
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The Tuscan's hand has placed in thine	C
Forgive my own the small affront	D
The insult of the proffered dime	Q
Take it O friend since this thy wont	D
But still shall faithful memory be	L
A bankrupt debtor unto thee	L
And pay thee with a grateful rhyme	Q

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