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,

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These are the days when Birds com
A very few—a Bird or two—
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resu

841
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature’s Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

6
Frequently the wood are pink—
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.

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Under the Light, yet under,
Under the Grass and the Dirt,
Under the Beetle’s Cellar
Under the Clover’s Root,

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot
Tell - this Day endures
Ruddy as that coeval Apple
The Tradition bears -
Fresh as Mankind that humble stor

LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography -
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time

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’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!

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It can’t be “Summer”!
That—got through!
It’s early—yet—for “Spring”!
There’s that long town of White—t