The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful—

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It don't sound so terrible—quite—a
I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De
Put it in Latin—left of my school
Seems it don't shriek so—under rul

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Baffled for just a day or two—
Embarrassed—not afraid—
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.

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While Asters—
On the Hill—
Their Everlasting fashions—set—
And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

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Did Our Best Moment last—
‘Twould supersede the Heaven—
A few—and they by Risk—procure—
So this Sort—are not given—

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The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady’s name
In Silver Chronicle.

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A Visitor in Marl—
Who influences Flowers—
Till they are orderly as Busts—
And Elegant—as Glass—

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The name’—of it’—is 'Autumn’—
The hue’—of it’—is Blood’—
An Artery’—upon the Hill’—
A Vein’—along the Road’—

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To wait an Hour’—is long’—
If Love be just beyond’—
To wait Eternity’—is short’—
If Love reward the end’—

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I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I’m accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though—