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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
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The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry— Flags—vex a Dying face— But the least Fan Stirred by a friend’s Hand— Cools—like the Rain— Mine be the Ministry When they Thirst comes— And Hybla…
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,– A worm his utmost goal.
The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod— Myself—for scarcely settled— The Phoebes have begun— And then—it’s time to strike my Tent— And open House—again— It’s mostly, interruptions— My Summer—is…
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, “Come in,” I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air.…
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard—today— Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat— He’s a transitive fellow—very— Rely on that— If He leave a Bur at the door We know He has…
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,– He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like…
The Wind begun to knead the Grass— As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain— A Hand full at the Sky— The Leaves unhooked themselves from Trees— And started all abroad— The Dust did scoop…
The Whole of it came not at once— ‘Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chance— The Bliss to cauterize— The Cat reprieves the Mouse She eases from her teeth Just long enough for Hope to tease—…