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I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear— Without the sound of Boards Or Rip of Nail—Or Carpenter— But just the miles of Stare— That signalize a Show’s Retreat— In…
I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while— And risen up—and gone away, A more Berdardine Girl— Yet—know not what was done to me In that…
I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away? If the Coward Bumble Bee In his chimney corner stay, I, must resoluter be! Who’ll apologize for me? Dear, Old…
I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay. And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance Discourse between the Toil— And laugh, a homely species That makes the Fences smile— It seems so…
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow”— I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon, None on me, bend supercilious— With “This was she— Begged in the…
I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs— The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I’ve finished threading—too—…
I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so— How odd the Girl’s life looks Behind this soft Eclipse— I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven—now— This being comfort—then That other kind—was…
I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hill untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have…
I’ll send the feather from my Hat! Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child— Confronting eyes long—comforted— Blisters the Adamant!
I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touch— Could take it— Diamonds—Wait— I’m diving—just a little late— But stars—go slow—for night— I’ll string you—in fine Necklace— Tiaras—make—of some— Wear you on Hem— Loop up a Countess—with you— Make—a Diadem—and mend…