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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
‘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…
‘Twas awkward, but it fitted me— An Ancient fashioned Heart— Its only lore—its Steadfastness— In Change—unerudite— It only moved as do the Suns— For merit of Return— Or Birds—confirmed perpetual By Alternating Zone— I only have it not…
‘Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview–had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time These Fleshless Lovers met— A Heaven in a Gaze— A Heaven of Heavens—the Privilege Of one another’s Eyes— No…
‘Tis true–They shut me in the Cold— But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’twas— Forget it–Lord–of Them— Let not my Witness hinder Them In Heavenly esteem— No Paradise could be—Conferred Through Their beloved Blame— …
‘Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou No Station in the Day? ‘Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry— ‘Tis Noon—My little Maid— Alas—and art thou sleeping yet? The Lily—waiting to be Wed— The Bee—Hast thou forgot? My…
‘Tis so much joy! ‘Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw! Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so— This side the Victory! Life is but Life!…
‘Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivates— The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more— To scan a Ghost, is faint— But grappling, conquers it— How easy, Torment, now— Suspense kept sawing…