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Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die— Or rap—at Paradise—unheard I’d harass God Until he let you in!
Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl— Wherefore so late—I murmured— My need of Thee—be done— Therefore—the Pearl responded— My Period begin
She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air— She’s tearful—if she weep at all— For blissful Causes—Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her—…
She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s Eve— Less skillful than Le Verriere It’s…
She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you’ve littered all the East…
She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc— Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men— And now, among Circumference— Her steady Boat be seen— At home—among the Billows—As The Bough where she was born—
She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find— Leaving on nature—a Default As Cricket or as Bee— But Andes in the Bosoms where She had begun to lie—
She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot— Put on her carmine suit And see!
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