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When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself, Do sow, and Raise for sale— And tho’ I’m scarce accounted, My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons— Once—it was a Queen— And once—a Butterfly—

When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that’s Circumference— The Ultimate—of Wheels.

What would I give to see his face? I’d give—I’d give my life—of course— But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think! I’d give my biggest Bobolink! That makes two—Him—and Life! You know who “June” is— I’d…

What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush— Or violate a Star— Such Dimity Convictions— A Horror so refined Of freckled Human Nature— Of Deity—ashamed— It’s such a common—Glory— A Fisherman’s—Degree— Redemption—Brittle Lady— Be so—ashamed…

What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start— And yet, it will not go— Would you untie it, were you me— Would it stop whining—if to Thee— I…

What shall I do when the Summer troubles— What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Music From the Maple Keep? What shall I do when the Skies a’chirrup Drop a Tune on me— When…

What is—”Paradise”— Who live there— Are they “Farmers”— Do they “hoe”— Do they know that this is “Amherst”— And that I—am coming—too— Do they wear “new shoes”—in “Eden”— Is it always pleasant—there— Won’t they scold us—when we’re homesick— Or tell…

What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth— No brimming Tankards flow— Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below?

What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off— See where it hurt me—That’s enough— And wade in Liberty! They cannot take me—any more!…

What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory— For frequent, all my sense obscured I equally behold As someone held a light unto The Features so beloved—- And…