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There cam a Wind like a Bugle – It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doors As from an Emerald Ghost – The Doom’s electric…

There came a Day at Summer’s full, Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections—be— The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all…

There are two Ripenings—one—of sight— Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground— A homelier maturing— A process in the Bur— That teeth of Frosts alone disclose In far October Air.

Their Height in Heaven comforts not— Their Glory—nought to me— ‘Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see— The House of Supposition— The Glimmering Frontier that Skirts the Acres of Perhaps— To Me—shows insecure— The Wealth I had—contented me—…

The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power Of Opposite—to balance Odd— If White—a Red—must be! Paralysis—our Primer—dumb— Unto Vitality!

The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name— A doubt—if it be fair—indeed— To wear that perfect—pearl— The Man—upon the Woman—binds— To clasp her soul—for all— A prayer, that it more angel—prove—…

The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry— Flags—vex a Dying face— But the least Fan Stirred by a friend’s Hand— Cools—like the Rain— Mine be the Ministry When they Thirst comes— And Hybla…

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,– A worm his utmost goal.

The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod— Myself—for scarcely settled— The Phoebes have begun— And then—it’s time to strike my Tent— And open House—again— It’s mostly, interruptions— My Summer—is…

The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air.…