As if I asked a common Alms
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As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand— As if I asked the Orient Had it for me a Morn— And it should lift its purple Dikes,…
As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand— As if I asked the Orient Had it for me a Morn— And it should lift its purple Dikes,…
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one’s name the…
We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave— Of ours, none affair— We handled Destinies, as cool— As we—Disposers—be— And God, a Quiet Party To our Authority— But fondest,…