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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere—
And even when the Snow

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The Truth — is stirless —
Other force — may be presumed to m
This — then — is best for confiden
When oldest Cedars swerve —

“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Gra
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Spring comes on the World -
I sight the Aprils -
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,

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Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

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The Flower must not blame the Bee
That seeketh his felicity
Too often at her door—
But teach the Footman from Vevay—

The Notice that is called the Spr
Is but a month from here -
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep -

Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma

Part One: Life
GOD gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starv
My poignant luxury

Dare you see a Soul at the White
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the Fire’s common tint—
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame’s conditions