Ended, ere it begun -
The Title was scarcely told
When the Preface perished from Co
The Story, unrevealed -
Had it been mine, to print!

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I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”!
I don’t care for pouting skies!
If the Butterfly delay
Can I, therefore, stay away?

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,

A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
If Bird the silence contradict

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Put up my lute!
What of—my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared to cha
Passive—as Granite—laps My Music

847
Finite’—to fail, but infinite to
For the one ship that struts the s
Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C
Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

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'Twould ease — a Butterfly —
Elate — a Bee —
Thou'rt neither —
Neither — thy capacity —

Publication—is the Auction
Of the Mind of Man—
Poverty—be justifying
For so foul a thing
Possibly—but We—would rather

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Patience’—has a quiet Outer’—
Patience’—Look within’—
Is an Insect’s futile forces
Infinites’—between’—

UP with the sun, the breeze arose
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wid
Through all the voiceful countrysi
Through all the land her tale she