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The likest to the DownAn Easy Breeze do put afloatThe General Heavens—upon—It soars—and shifts—and whirls—And measures with the CloudsIn easy—even—dazzling pace—No different the Birds—Except a Wake of MusicAccompany their feet—As did the Down emit a Tune—For Ecstasy—of it

A Robber’d like the look of—Wooden barred,And Windows hanging low,Inviting to—A Portico,Where two could creep—One—hand the Tools—The other peep—To make sure All’s Asleep—Old fashioned eyes—Not easy to surprise!How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,With just a Clock—But they could gag the Tick—And Mice won’t bark—And so the Walls—don’t tell—None—will—A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir—An…

Yet sanctifies the Mind—With fair association—Afar upon the WindA Bird to overhearDelight without a Cause—Arrestless as invisible—A matter of the Skies.

There breathed a Man—Outside—the spades—were plying—The Lungs—within—Could He—know—they sought Him—Could They—know—He breathed—Horrid Sand Partition—Neither—could be heard—Never slacked the Diggers—But when Spades had done—Oh, Reward of Anguish,It was dying—Then—Many Things—are fruitless—‘Tis a Baffling Earth—But there is no GratitudeLike the Grace—of Death—

And shade is all that devastates the stillnessSeems it sometimes this would be all –

Hueless to me until thou comeAs, till the BeeBlossoms stand negative,Touched to ConditionsBy a Hum.