| Introduction
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A bird is of all beings
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| A feather from the whippoorwill
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| A fuzzy fellow without feet
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| A prison gets to be a friend;
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| A science—so the savants say,
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| A secret told
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| A still volcano—Life—
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| A wife at daybreak I shall be,
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| After great pain a formal feeling comes—
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| Ah, necromancy sweet!
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| All but Death can be
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| All forgot for recollecting
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| All the letters I can write
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| Although I put away his life,
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| And this of all my hopes—
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| As if the sea should part
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| At leisure is the Soul
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| Autumn overlooked my knitting;
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Beauty is not caused,
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| Behind me dips Eternity,
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| By my window have I for scenery
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Color, Caste, Denomination
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| Conjecturing a climate
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| Conscious am I in my chamber
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| Could I do more for thee
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Defrauded I
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| Delight is as the flight,
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| Denial is the only fact
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| Don't put up my thread and needle,
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| Doom is the House Without the Door
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| Drama's vitalest expression
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Empty my heart of thee—
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| Expectation is contentment;
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| Experience is the angled road
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Faith is the pierless bridge
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| For every bird a nest,
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| Forever at his side to walk
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| Forever is composed of nows—
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| From blank to blank
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| Funny to be a Century
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God is a distant, stately Lover,
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| Good morning, Midnight!
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| Growth of Man like growth
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Had I presumed to hope.
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| Heaven has different signs to me;
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| Heaven is so far of the mind
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| How many flowers fail in wood,
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| How noteless men and
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I am ashamed, I hide—
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| I came to buy a smile to-day
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| I cannot dance upon my toes,
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| I cannot be ashamed
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| I cautious scanned my little life,
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| I dwell in Possibility
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| I fear a man of scanty speech,
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| I got so I could hear his name
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| I had not minded walls
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| I know lives I could miss
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| I make his crescent fill or lack,
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| I never felt at home below,
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| I pay in satin cash—
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| I prayed at first—a little girl—
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| I reckon, when I count at all,
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| I rose because he sank.
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| I should not dare to be so sad
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| I tend my flowers for thee,
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| I tie my hat, I crease my shawl,
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| I took one draught of life,
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| If he were living—dare I ask?
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| If Nature smiles—the Mother must,
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| I'm the little "Hearts' Ease!"
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| Inconceivably solemn,
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| It always felt to me a wrong
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| It ceased to hurt me, though
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| It feels a shame to be
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| It is dead. Find it—
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| It was a quiet way
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| It was not Saint,
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| It will be Summer eventually—
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| It's coming—the postponeless Creature,
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| It's easy to invent a life,
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| Its hour with itself
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| I've known a Heaven like a tent
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| I've nothing else to bring, you know,
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Joy to have merited the pain
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| Just once! Oh, least request!
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Life is what we make it,
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| Longing is like the seed
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| Love, thou art high,
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Me from Myself to banish
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| Midsummer was it when they died,
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| Most she touched me
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| My faith is larger than the hills,
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| My life had stood a loaded gun
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| My period had come for prayer,
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| My portion is defeat to-day,
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| My soul accused me
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No crowd that has occurred
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| Not any more to be lacked,
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| Not what we did shall be the test
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Of course I prayed—
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| Of nearness to her sundered things
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| Oh, Shadow on the Grass!
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| On a columnar self
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| One and One are One,
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| One Life of so much consequence
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| Only a shrine
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| Out of sight? What of that?
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| Over and over, like a tune
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Pain expands the time,
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| Publication is the auction
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Rehearsal to ourselves
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| Renunciation is a piercing virtue,
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| Revolution is the pod
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Savior! I've no one else to tell
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| She dealt her pretty
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| So the eyes accost and sunder
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| So well that I can live without—
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| Some say Good Night at night,
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| Some work for Immortality,
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| Strong draughts of their refreshing minds
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| Sunset at night is natural,
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| Suspense is hostiler than Death.
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The admirations and
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| The battle fought between the Soul
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| The child's faith is new,
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| The doomed regard the sunrise
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| The Heart is the capital
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| The last of summer is delight
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| The lonesome for they know not what—
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| The love a life can show
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| The mountains grow unnoticed,
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| The only news I know
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| The popular Heart is a
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| The power to be true to you
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| The rainbow never tells me
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| The Robin's my criterion of tune
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| The soul's distinct
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| The Sun went down
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| The sunrise runs for Both,
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| The sweetest heresy received
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| The tint I cannot take is best,
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| The world feels dusty
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| The zeros taught us phosphorus,
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| There are two ripenings—
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| There is a languor of the life
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| There is a pain so utter
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| These are signs to Nature's inns,
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| These fair, fictitious people,
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| This was a Poet
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| Three times we parted,
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| Through the dark sod
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| "Till death" is narrow loving;
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| 'Tis opposites entice,
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| To fill a gap—
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| To intercept his yellow plan
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| To make routine
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| To offer brave assistance,
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| Too much of proof affronts
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| 'Twas the old road
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| 'Twas warm at first like us,
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"Unto Me?"
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We—Bee and I—live
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| We miss a kinsman more
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| We pray to Heaven,
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| We see comparatively.
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| We talked as girls do,
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| What I can do—I will,
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| What would I give to see
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| When I hoped, I recollect
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| When they come back,
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| Where Thou art—that is Home,
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| Who court obtain
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| Who giants know, with
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| Why do I love thee, Sir?
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| Why do they shut me
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| Why make it doubt—it hurts it so—
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| Within my garden rides a bird
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You see, I cannot see your lifetime,
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| You taught me waiting with myself
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| You'll find it when you come to die
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