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I could have touched!I might have chanced that way!Soft sauntered thro’ the village—Sauntered as soft away!So unsuspected VioletsWithin the meadows go—Too late for striving fingersThat passed, an hour ago!

The hue—of it—is Blood—An Artery—upon the Hill—A Vein—along the Road—Great Globules—in the Alleys—And Oh, the Shower of Stain—When Winds—upset the Basin—And spill the Scarlet Rain—It sprinkles Bonnets—far below—It gathers ruddy Pools—Then—eddies like a Rose—away—Upon Vermilion Wheels—

My Bonnet but to tieAnd shut the Door unto my HouseNo more to do have ITill His best step approachingWe journey to the DayAnd tell each other how We sungTo Keep the Dark away.

Its fee—to be of Gold—Had Nature—in Her monstrous HouseA single Ragged Child—To earn a Mine—would runThat Interdicted Way,And tell Him—Charge thee speak it plain—That so far—Truth is True?And answer What I do—Beginning with the DayThat Night—begun—Nay—Midnight—’twas—Since Midnight—happened—say—If once more—Pardon—Boy—The Magnitude thou mayEnlarge my Message—If too vastAnother Lad—help thee—Thy Pay—in Diamonds—be—And His—in solid Gold—Say Rubies—if He…

The Color of a SunAt setting—this and Amber—Beryl—and this, at Noon—And when at night—Auroran widthsFling suddenly on men—‘Tis this—and Witchcraft—nature keepsA Rank—for Iodine—

I—hastened to demandTo fill the awful VacuumYour life had left behind—I worried Nature with my WheelsWhen Hers had ceased to run—When she had put away Her WorkMy own had just begun.I strove to weary Brain and Bone—To harass to fatigueThe glittering Retinue of nerves—Vitality to clogTo some dull comfort Those obtainWho put a Head awayThey…