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I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— And then—the List is done— But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole— The Others look a needless Show— So I write—Poets—All— Their…
I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that? I reason, we could die— The best Vitality Cannot excel Decay, But, what of that? I reason, that in Heaven— Somehow, it will be even— Some…
I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause— The Date, and manner, of the shame— And then the Pious Form That “God have mercy” on the Soul The…
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to guess How prayer would feel—to me— If I believed God looked around, Each time my Childish eye Fixed full, and steady, on his…
I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity— I could have done a Sin And been Myself that easy Thing An independent Man— But…
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I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still— I did not know the year then— In which my call would come— Earlier, by the Dial, Than…
I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize. He stood as near As stood you here— A pace had been between— Did but a snake bisect…
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven. Yet certain am I of the spot As if…