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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady—my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang!
A darting fear–a pomp–a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
A clock stopped — not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon.…
A Burdock–clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s–blame— But mine— Who went too near The Burdock’s Den— A Bog–affronts my shoe— What else have Bogs–to do— The only Trade they know— The splashing Men! Ah, pity—then! ‘Tis Minnows can despise!…
‘Twould ease–a Butterfly— Elate–a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither–thy capacity— But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee’s Eternity— Content of fading Is enough for me— Fade I unto Divinity— And Dying–Lifetime— Ample…
‘Twas warm–at first–like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill–like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone. The Forehead copied Stone— The Fingers grew too cold To ache–and like a Skater’s Brook— The busy eyes–congealed— It…
‘Twas the old–road—through pain— That unfrequented—one— With many a turn–and thorn— That stops–at Heaven— This–was the Town–she passed— There–where she–rested–last— Then–stepped more fast— The little tracks–close prest— Then–not so swift— Slow–slow–as feet did weary–grow— Then–stopped—no other track! Wait!…
‘Twas Love—not me— Oh punish—pray— The Real one died for Thee— Just Him—not me— Such Guilt—to love Thee—most! Doom it beyond the Rest— Forgive it—last— ‘Twas base as Jesus—most! Let Justice not mistake— We Two—looked so alike— Which…
‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony Toyed coolly with the final inch Of your delirious Hem— And you dropt, lost, When something broke— And let you…
‘Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on— I thought how yellow it would look— When Richard went to mill— And…