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She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon— Her merry Arms, half dropt— As if for lull of sport— An instant had forgot— The Trick to start— Her dancing Eyes—ajar—…
She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes— She doth Her Purple Work— And putteth Her away In low Apartments in the Sod – As worthily as…
She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid— To fetch Her Grace—and Hue— And Fairness—and Renown— The Firmament’s—To Pluck Her— And fetch Her Thee—be mine—
She died—this was the way she died. And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The Angels must have spied, Since I could never find her…
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver fleece— Her…
She dealt her pretty words like Blades— How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone— She never deemed—she hurt— That—is not Steel’s Affair— A vulgar grimace in the Flesh— How ill the Creatures…
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased to bear it—…
Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed— That when the snow creeps slowly From off his chamber door— Daisies point the way there— And…
Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind— I worried Nature with my Wheels When Hers had ceased to run— When she had put away Her Work My own had just…
Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me? Nor, for myself, I came so far— That were the little load— I brought thee the imperial…