These Fevered Days - to take the
Where Waters cool around the moss
And shade is all that devastates t
Seems it sometimes this would be a

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She died’—this was the way she die
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.

I never hear the word 'escape’
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad

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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago—
And now she turns Her perfect Fac
Upon the World below—

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Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!

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You taught me Waiting with Myself
Appointment strictly kept’—
You taught me fortitude of Fate’—
This’—also’—I have learnt’—

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I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”!
I don’t care for pouting skies!
If the Butterfly delay
Can I, therefore, stay away?

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A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'
To meet an Antique Book’—
In just the Dress his Century wor
A privilege’—I think’—

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us—don’t te
They’d banish—you know!
How dreary to be somebody!

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I should have been too glad, I se
Too lifted—for the scant degree
Of Life’s penurious Round—
My little Circuit would have sham