The Snow that never drifts -
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now -
So thorough in the Tree

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

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The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad—
Diviner Crowd at Home—
Obliterate the need—

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Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’—
Blameless of a Name’—
Efflorescence of a Sunset’—
Reproduced’—the same’—

The Hills erect their Purple Hea
The Rivers lean to see
Yet Man has not of all the Throng
A Curiosity.

The Work of Her that went,
The Toil of Fellows done -
In Ovens green our Mother bakes,
By Fires of the Sun.

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Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t
That arise and set about Us—
Other Tragedy
Perish in the Recitation—

Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep -
Its awful chamber open stands -
Its Curtains blandly sweep -
Abhorrent is the Rest

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Promise This’—When You be Dying’
Some shall summon Me’—
Mine belong Your latest Sighing’—
Mine’—to Belt Your Eye’—

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m
Oh the Earth was made for lovers,
For sighing, and gentle whispering
All things do go a courting, in ea