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Her’—"last Poems"'—
Poets’—ended’—
Silver’—perished’—w ith her Tongu
Not on Record’—bubbled other,

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Best Gains’—must have the Losses’
To constitute them’—Gains’—

Part One: Life
GOD gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starv
My poignant luxury

The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook
The Brook said 'Let me grow’ -
The Sea said 'Then you will be a
I want a Brook - Come now’!
The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -

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Except the Heaven had come so nea
So seemed to choose My Door—
The Distance would not haunt me s
I had not hoped—before—

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,

A LITTLE road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.
If town it have, beyond itself,

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No Rack can torture me—
My Soul—at Liberty—
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One—

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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It was given to me by the Gods—
When I was a little Girl—
They given us Presents most—you k
When we are new—and small.