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The Birds begun at Four o’clock—
Their period for Dawn—
A Music numerous as space—
But neighboring as Noon—

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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered
Every time—for Two—
So that the Sum be never hindered
Through Decay of You—

A still – Volcano – Life –
That flickered in the night –
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight –
A quiet – Earthquake Style –

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The Sun kept stooping’—stooping’—
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!

WE play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,

A happy lip—breaks sudden—
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated—smiling—
Just consummated—now—
But this one, wears its merriment

WE outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

Had we our senses
But perhaps ’tis well they’re not
So intimate with Madness
He’s liable with them
Had we the eyes without our Head—

A first Mute Coming—
In the Stranger’s House—
A first fair Going—
When the Bells rejoice—
A first Exchange—of

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For every Bird a Nest—
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking rou
Wherefore when boughs are free—