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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And bore her, struggling, blushing, Her simple haunts beyond! For whom…
Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig, And ten of my once…
Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Winter I admonish Thee Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor We so new bestow Than thine acclimated Creature Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us— Being’s Peasantry— Recognizing in Procession Ones We former knew— When Ourselves were also dusty— Centuries ago— Had the Triumph no Conviction Of how many be— Stimulated—by…
Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand Down which, on either hand The hosts of witness stand! Morn is supposed to be By people of degree The breaking…
Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture— Repudiates it, all the more— Because intrinsic size Ignores the possibility Of Calumnies—or Flies.
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!” Oh caput cap-a-pie! And oh “memento mori” When I am far from thee! Hurrah for Peter Parley! Hurrah for Daniel…
Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die— Or rap—at Paradise—unheard I’d harass God Until he let you in!
Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl— Wherefore so late—I murmured— My need of Thee—be done— Therefore—the Pearl responded— My Period begin
She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air— She’s tearful—if she weep at all— For blissful Causes—Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her—…