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There came a Day at Summer’s full
Entirely for me—
I thought that such were for the
Where Resurrections—be—

Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine

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Went up a year this evening!
I recollect it well!
Amid no bells nor bravoes
The bystanders will tell!

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the wor
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;

Love’—is that later Thing than De
More previous’—than Life’—
Confirms it at its entrance’—And
Usurps it’—of itself’—
Tastes Death’—the first’—to hand

To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love’s convenient things,

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

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant
At Evening, it is not
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop opon a Spot
As if it tarried always

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Answer July—
Where is the Bee—
Where is the Blush—
Where is the Hay?