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Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet are cold. Never the treasures in her nest The cautious grave exposes, Building where schoolboy dare not look, And sportsman is…
Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be— Grief—Hills—Eternity— Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the Riddle lies!
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes— Some such Spice—express and pass— Subject to Your Plucking— As the Stars—You knew last Night— Foreigners—This Morning—
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—