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The Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days—
Until the Coronation came—
And then—'twas Otherwise—

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A Visitor in Marl—
Who influences Flowers—
Till they are orderly as Busts—
And Elegant—as Glass—

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since

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I’m sorry for the Dead’—Today’—
It’s such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences’—
It’s time o’ year for Hay.

‘They have not chosen me,’ he said
‘But I have chosen them!’
Brave’—Broken hearted statement’—
Uttered in Bethlehem!
I could not have told it,

“Unto Me?” I do not know you’—
Where may be your House?
“I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’—
Now’—of Paradise"'—
Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?

I STEPPED from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next

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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
That sat it down to rest—
Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
Flowed silver to the West—

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What did They do since I saw The
Were They industrious?
So many questions to put Them
Have I the eagerness

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She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn