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As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result—
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect—

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

Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat
Gravitates within—
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it—
Bit it stir—alone—
Each—its difficult Ideal

I’m saying every day
“If I should be a Queen, tomorrow
I’d do this way —
And so I deck, a little,
If it be, I wake a Bourbon,

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The last Night that She lived
It was a Common Night
Except the Dying—this to Us
Made Nature different

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Bereavement in their death to feel
Whom We have never seen—
A Vital Kinsmanship import
Our Soul and theirs—between—

Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Escape - it is the Basket

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He parts Himself’—like Leaves’—
And then’—He closes up’—
Then stands upon the Bonnet
Of Any Buttercup’—

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the wor
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;

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This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure dr
The Day must follow too.