The sky is low, the clouds are mea
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day

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I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer—
Magnitude

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You’ll find’—it when you try to di
The Easier to let go’—
For recollecting such as went’—
You could not spare’—you know.

Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships

Remorse– is Memory– awake -
Her Parties all astir -
A Presence of Departed Acts -
At window– and at Door –
Its Past - set down before the S

DEAR March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat—
You must have walked—

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One Year ago’—jots what?
God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’—
Was’t Grace? Not that’—
Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—

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Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host—
Bride of the Father and the Son
Bride of the Holy Ghost.

“Heaven” has different Signs—to m
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place—
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the Worl

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Fame of Myself, to justify,
All other Plaudit be
Superfluous—An Incense
Beyond Necessity—