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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel—
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As ’twere a travelling Mill—

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

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the
And rested on a beam;
And then together bore away

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Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze—

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The difference between Despair
And Fear—is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been—

If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,

Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there -
Better a grave of Balm
Toward human nature’s home -

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

Good night! which put the candle o
A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
Ah! friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The angels labored diligent;

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p