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God is indeed a jealous God �
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.

1581, c. 1882

His Mind like Fabrics of the East
Displayed to the despair
Of everyone but here and there
An humble Purchaser �
For though his price was not of Gold �
More arduous there is �
That one should comprehend the worth
Was all the price there was �

Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone � my Tooth has grown �
Affront a minor palate
Thou could'st not goad so long �

I tell thee while I waited �
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
Subsisting now like God �

Revolution is the Pod
Systems rattle from
When the Winds of Will are stirred
Excellent is Bloom

But except its Russet Base
Every Summer be
The Entomber of itself
So of Liberty �

Left inactive on the Stalk
All its Purple fled
Revolution shakes it for
Test if it be dead.

925, c. 1864

My Soul � accused me � And I quailed �
As Tongues of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me � and I smiled �
My Soul � that Morning � was My friend �

Her favor � is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time � or Men �
But Her Disdain � 'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire �

Endow the Living � with the Tears �
You squander on the Dead,
And They were Men and Women � now,
Around Your Fireside �

Instead of Passive Creatures,
Denied the Cherishing
Till They � the Cherishing deny �
With Death's Ethereal Scorn �

341, c. 1862

All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of "Currer Bell"
In quiet Haworth laid.

Gathered from many wanderings �
Gethsemane can tell
Thro' what transporting anguish
She reached the Asphodel!

Soft fall the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear �
Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,
When "Bronte" entered there!