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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver fleece— Her…
She dealt her pretty words like Blades— How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone— She never deemed—she hurt— That—is not Steel’s Affair— A vulgar grimace in the Flesh— How ill the Creatures…
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand. Till Daffodils had come and gone I cannot tell the sum, And then she ceased to bear it—…
Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed— That when the snow creeps slowly From off his chamber door— Daisies point the way there— And…
Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind— I worried Nature with my Wheels When Hers had ceased to run— When she had put away Her Work My own had just…
Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me? Nor, for myself, I came so far— That were the little load— I brought thee the imperial…
Robbed by Death—but that was easy— To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences— This, too, I endured— Hint of Glory—it afforded— For the Brave Beloved— Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,…
Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside As a faded Bead Or a Wrinkled Pearl Who shall charge the Vanity Of the Maker’s Girl?
Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity A Diamond—overtake In far—Bolivian Ground— Misfortune hath no implement Could mar it—if it found—
Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men— While Nature And the Sun—go on—