WITHIN my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village
Sauntered as soft away!

THERE’S a certain slant of ligh
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;

We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the La
To witness her Goodbye -
A Moment - We uncertain step

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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,

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Read’—Sweet’—how others’—strove’—
Till we’—are stouter’—
What they’—renounced’—
Till we’—are less afraid’—

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I learned’—at least’—what Home co
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant’—
How awkward at the Hymn

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Light is sufficient to itself—
If Others want to see
It can be had on Window Panes
Some Hours in the Day.

Revolution is the Pod
Systems rattle from
When the Winds of Will are stirre
Excellent is Bloom
But except its Russet Base

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Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No one visit me

The grave my little cottage is,
Where 'Keeping house’ for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.
For two divided, briefly,