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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere— I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train Feather by feather—on the plain Fritters itself away! The dreamy Butterflies bestir! Lethargic pools resume the whir Of last year’s…
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that? As well as Jesus? Prove it me That He—loved Men— As I—love thee—
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!