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We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand— Not to cry—Tim and I— We are far too grand—…

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We’re fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play—…

We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go— We follow Thee until Thou notice Us—no more— And then—reluctant—turn away To Con Thee o’er and o’er— And blame the scanty…

We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind— ‘Tis mostly—following— We go no further with the Dust Than to the Earthen Door— And then the Panels are reversed— And…

Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told— Love, by Memorial Mold— Birds, by the Snow.

Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till in Everlasting Robes That Democrat is dressed, Then prate about “Preferment”— And “Station,” and the rest! Around…

Victory comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it. How sweet it would have tasted, Just a drop! Was God so economical? His table’s spread too high for us Unless we dine…

Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls— Make Lacerating Tune— To Ears the Dying Side— ‘Tis Coronal—and Funeral— Saluting—in the Road—

Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise— As Flavors—cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be— So Spices—stimulate the time Till my small Library— It may be Wilderness—without—…

“Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”— Wagons—have you—to convey me? This is far from Thence— “Arms of Mine—sufficient Phaeton— Trust Omnipotence”— I am spotted—”I am Pardon”— I…