This—to Heaven divine Has gone—
Had You earlier blundered in
Possibly, e’en You had seen
An Eternity—put on—
Now—to ring a Door beyond
Is the utmost of Your Hand—
To the Skies—apologize—
Nearer to Your Courtesies
Than this Sufferer polite—
Dressed to meet You—
See—in White!
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A smile too few—a word too muchAnd far from Heaven as the Rest—The Soul so close on Paradise—What if the Bird from journey far—Confused by Sweets—as Mortals—are—Forget the secret of His wingAnd perish—but a Bough between—Oh, Groping feet—Oh Phantom Queen!
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It tried—to be a Rose—And failed—and all the Summer laughed—But just before the SnowsThere rose a Purple Creature—That ravished all the Hill—And Summer hid her Forehead—And Mockery—was still—The Frosts were her condition—The Tyrian would not comeUntil the North—invoke it—Creator—Shall I—bloom?
A narrow fellow in the grass
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To die–takes just a little while–
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I came upon a Worm—Pink, lank and warm—But as he was a wormAnd worms presumeNot quite with him at home—Secured him by a stringTo something neighboringAnd went along.A Trifle afterwardA thing occurredI’d not believe it if I heardBut state with creeping blood—A snake with mottles rareSurveyed my chamber floorIn feature as the worm beforeBut ringed…
Publication — is the Auction
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