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And see the People—going by—I—should die of the Oddity—But then—I’m not so staid—as He—He keeps His Secrets safely—very—Were He to tell—extremely sorryThis Bashful Globe of Ours would be—So dainty of Publicity—

I know the Butterfly.The pretty people in the WoodsReceive me cordially—The Brooks laugh louder when I come—The Breezes madder play;Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?

I—the Girl at school—You—and Eternity—theUntold Tale—Easing my famineAt my Lexicon—Logarithm—had I—for Drink—‘Twas a dry Wine—Somewhat different—must be—Dreams tint the Sleep—Cunning Reds of MorningMake the Blind—leap—Still at the Egg-life—Chafing the Shell—When you troubled the Ellipse—And the Bird fell—Manacles be dim—they say—To the new Free—Liberty—Commoner—N ever could—to me—‘Twas my last gratitudeWhen I slept—at night—‘Twas the first MiracleLet…

Are there two?I shouldn’t like to comeFor fear of joggling Him!If I could shut him upIn a Coffee Cup,Or tie him to a pinTill I got in—Or make him fastTo ‘Toby’s’ fist—Hist! Whist! I’d come!

And night is coming down!Will no one guide a little boatUnto the nearest town?So Sailors say—on yesterday—Just as the dusk was brownOne little boat gave up its strifeAnd gurgled down and down.So angels say—on yesterday—Just as the dawn was redOne little boat—o’erspent with gales—Retrimmed its masts—redecked its sails—And shot—exultant on!

How the Hemlocks burn—How the Dun Brake is draped in CinderBy the Wizard Sun—How the old Steeples hand the ScarletTill the Ball is full—Have I the lip of the FlamingoThat I dare to tell?Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows—Touching all the GrassWith a departing—Sapphire—feature—As a Duchess passed—How a small Dusk crawls on the VillageTill…