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So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance Entertain—without addressing Countenance of One In a Neighboring Horizon— Gone—as soon as known—
So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see That touch—how seldomly— Thy Shore?
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.
So much SummerMe for showingIllegitimate—Would a Smile’s minute bestowingToo exorbitant To the LadyWith the GuineaLook—if She should knowCrumb of MineA Robin’s LarderWould suffice to stow—
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away— Oozed so in crimson bubbles Day’s departing tide— Blooming—tripping—flowing Are ye then with God?
So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ‘Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear— Nor how Ourselves be justified— Since Grief and Joy are done So similar—An Optizan Could not decide between—
So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes. So from Cocoon Many a Worm Leap so Highland gay, Peasants like me, Peasants like Thee Gaze perplexedly!
So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom…
Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig, And ten of my once…
Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor We so new bestow Than thine acclimated Creature Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?