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Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity—
Inadequate—were Life—

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A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by

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A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock’s—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near

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As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—

I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to jo

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If I’m lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gate

A LADY red upon the hill
Her annual secret keeps;
A lady white within the field
In placid lily sleeps!
The tidy breezes with their brooms

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Should you but fail at’—Sea’—
In sight of me’—
Or doomed lie’—
Next Sun’—to die’—

They dropped like flakes, they dro
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless gras

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Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble
Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm
And she will fling her maddest per
Haply’—your Summer night to Charm