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What I can do—I will— Though it be little as a Daffodil— That I cannot—must be Unknown to possibility—

What did They do since I saw Them? Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness That could I snatch Their Faces That could Their lips reply Not till the last was answered Should They…

What care the Dead, for Chanticleer— What care the Dead for Day? ‘Tis late your Sunrise vex their face— And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning Pour as blank on them As on the Tier of Wall The Mason builded, yesterday, And equally…

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on me Nor the least signal, Me assure— Wert Thou but Stranger in ungracious country— And Mine—the Door Thou paused…

Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful—as to the village— Tranquil—as to repose— Chastened—as to the Chapel This humble Tourist rose! Did not talk of returning! Alluded…

We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing— ‘Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy— We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail— Do we “get drunk”? Ask the jolly Clovers! Do we “beat” our…

We’ll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence— Deeming where I left Her I could find Her If I tried— This way, I keep from missing Those that died.

We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s Act— And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by— It intimates the finer want— Whose adequate supply Is that Great Water in the West— Termed Immortality—

We should not mind so small a flower— Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again. So spicy her Carnations nod— So drunken, reel her Bees— So silver steal a hundred flutes From…

We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday— This Morning’s finer Verdict— Makes scarcely worth the toil— A furrow—Our Cordillera— Our Apennine—a Knoll— Perhaps ’tis kindly—done us— The Anguish—and the loss— The wrenching—for His…