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That comes a single time a YearIs softly driving now –So thorough in the TreeAt night beneath the starThat it was February’s FootExperience would swear –Like Winter as a FaceWe stern and former knewRepaired of all but LonelinessBy Nature’s Alibit –Were every storm so spiceThe Value could not be –We buy with contrast – Pang…

A small—italic SeedLodged by Design or HappeningThe Spirit fructified—Shy as the Wind of his ChambersSwift as a Freshet’s TongueSo of the Flower of the SoulIts process is unknown.When it is found, a few rejoiceThe Wise convey it HomeCarefully cherishing the spotIf other Flower become.When it is lost, that Day shall beThe Funeral of God,Upon his…

Out of sound—Out of sight—‘Happy’? Which is wiser—You, or the Wind?‘Conscious’? Won’t you ask that—Of the low Ground?‘Homesick’? Many met it—Even through them—ThisCannot testify—Themself—as dumb—

That is not of Mile or Main—The Will it is that situates—Equator—never can—

The Ruin was withinOh cunning wreck that told no taleAnd let no Witness inThe mind was built for mighty FreightFor dread occasion plannedHow often foundering at SeaOstensibly, on LandA not admitting of the woundUntil it grew so wideThat all my Life had entered itAnd there were troughs besideA closing of the simple lidThat opened to…

Daffodils a-blowHomesick curiosityTo the Souls that snow—Drift may block within itDeeper than without—Daffodil delight butHim it duplicate—