The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn’t know its Name
And hasn’t any tax to pay
And hasn’t any Home
Is just as high as you and I,

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The lonesome for they know not Wh
The Eastern Exiles—be—
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday—

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The Sun’—just touched the Morning
The Morning’—Happy thing’—
Supposed that He had come to dwel
And Life would all be Spring!

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She went as quiet as the Dew
From an Accustomed flower.
Not like the Dew, did she return
At the Accustomed hour!

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Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.

676
Least Bee that brew—
A Honey’s Weight
Content Her smallest fraction hel
The Amber Quantity—

537
Me prove it now’—Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it’—now’—
Make haste’—the Scruple! Death be
For Opportunity’—

EACH life converges to some cent
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma

If I can stop one heart from brea
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin

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Morns like these’—we parted’—
Noons like these’—she rose’—
Fluttering first’—then firmer
To her fair repose.