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The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard—today— Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat— He’s a transitive fellow—very— Rely on that— If He leave a Bur at the door We know He has…

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,– He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like…

The Wind begun to knead the Grass— As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain— A Hand full at the Sky— The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— And started all abroad— The Dust did scoop…

The Whole of it came not at once— ‘Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chance— The Bliss to cauterize— The Cat reprieves the Mouse She eases from her teeth Just long enough for Hope to tease—…

The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ‘Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure— And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock— Then draw my little Letter forth And…

The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.” We pass, and she abides. We conjugate Her Skill While She creates and federates Without a syllable.

The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to move— This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve— And Oaks untwist their fists— And Mountains—feeble—lean— How excellent a Body, that Stands without a Bone— How vigorous a Force That holds without…

The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung— There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun— Far Psalteries of Summer— Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy— Remotest—when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals— Then Half—then…

The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight— The fine—impalpable Array— That swaggers on the eye Like Cleopatra’s Company— Repeated—in the sky— The Moments of Dominion…

The thought beneath so slight a film Is more distinctly seen, — As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.