I reckon —when I count at all —
First —Poets —Then the Sun —
Then Summer —Then the Heaven of
And then —the List is done —
But, looking back —the First so s

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You’ll know Her’—by Her Foot’—
The smallest Gamboge Hand
With Fingers’—where the Toes shou
Would more affront the Sand’—

Because I could not stop for Deat
He kindly stopped for me–
The Carriage held but just Oursel
And Immortality.
We slowly drove– He knew no haste

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As Children bid the Guest “Good
And then reluctant turn—
My flowers raise their pretty lips
Then put their nightgowns on.

It sounded as if the Streets were
And then– the Streets stood stil
Eclipse - was all we could see at
And Awe - was all we could feel.
By and by - the boldest stole out

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Just as He spoke it from his Hand
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They’d laugh and run away.
If all the joys I am to have

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly

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I have never seen “Volcanoes”—
But, when Travellers tell
How those old—phlegmatic mountains
Usually so still—

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I could bring You Jewels’—had I
But You have enough’—of those’—
I could bring You Odors from St.
Colors’—from Vera Cruz’—