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A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
