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Good night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you! It might have been the lighthouse spark…
Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place— I liked to stay— But Morn—didn’t want me—now— So—Goodnight—Day! I can look—can’t I— When the East is Red? The Hills—have…
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him— Tell Him the page I didn’t write— Tell Him—I only said the Syntax— And left the Verb and the pronoun out— Tell Him just how the fingers hurried— Then—how they waded—slow—slow— And then…
Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go…
God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, — forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly At the setting sun; I missed mine. How dreary marbles, After playing the Crown!
God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer laughed— But just before the Snows There rose a Purple Creature— That ravished all the Hill— And Summer hid her Forehead— And Mockery—was still—…
God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son— Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were such an One— But, lest the Soul—like fair “Priscilla” Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom— Vouches, with hyperbolic archness—…
God gave a Loaf to every Bird— But just a Crumb—to Me— I dare not eat it—tho’ I starve— My poignant luxury— To own it—touch it— Prove the feat—that made the Pellet mine— Too happy—for my Sparrow’s chance— For…
Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak. Better as the Daisy From the Summer hill Vanish unrecorded Save by tearful rill— Save by loving sunrise Looking for her face.…
Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty—gone down together— Into the boiling Sand— Ring—for the Scant Salvation— Toll—for the bonnie Souls— Neighbor—and friend—and Bridegroom— Spinning upon the Shoals— How they will tell the Story— When…