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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need— And Courtesy forbid A Host’s departure when Upon Himself be visiting The Emperor of Men—
The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate — Unmoved — an Emperor…
The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her— Salute her—with long fingers— Caress her freezing hair— Sip, Goblin, from the very lips The Lover—hovered—o’er— Unworthy,…
The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is…
The Skies can’t keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils! A Bird—by chance—that goes that way— Soft overhears the whole— If I should bribe the little Bird— Who knows…
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play– Both went to see.
The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work— Has impetus of Gain— And impetus of Goal— There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until—
The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men— Did stagger pitiful— Her fingers fumbled at her work— Her needle would not go— What ailed so smart a little Maid— It puzzled…
The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune— Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him— The ode familiar—rules the Noon— The Buttercup’s, my Whim for Bloom— Because, we’re Orchard sprung— But, were I Britain born,…
The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on— The Robin is the One That overflow the Noon With her cherubic quantity— An April but begun— The Robin is the One That…