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I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,– This gave me that precarious gait Some…
I started Early—Took my Dog—And visited the Sea—The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me— And Frigates—in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands—Presuming Me to be a Mouse—Aground—upon the Sands— But no Man moved Me—till the TideWent past my…
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive— Consoles a Woe so monstrous That did it tear all Day, Without an instant’s Respite— ‘Twould look too far—to Die—
I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I Till His best step approaching We journey to the Day And tell each other how We…
I showed her Heights she never saw— “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—”Not so”— “With me—” I said—With me? I showed her Secrets—Morning’s Nest— The Rope the Nights were put across— And now—”Would’st have me for a Guest?” She could…
I should not dare to leave my friend, Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wanted me— If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted—hunted so—to see— And could not bear…
I should have been too glad, I see— Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have shamed This new Circumference—have blamed— The homelier time behind. I should have been too saved—I see— Too rescued—Fear…
I shall know why—when Time is over— And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate anguish In the fair schoolroom of the sky— He will tell me what “Peter” promised— And I—for wonder at his woe—…