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I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravoesThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful—as to the village—Tranquil—as to repose—Chastened—as to the ChapelThis humble Tourist rose!Did not talk of returning!Alluded to no timeWhen, were the gales propitious—We might look for him!Was grateful for the RosesIn life’s diverse bouquet—Talked softly of new speciesTo pick another day;Beguiling thus the wonderThe wondrous…

Oh punish—pray—The Real one died for Thee—Just Him—not me—Such Guilt—to love Thee—most!Doom it beyond the Rest—Forgive it—last—‘Twas base as Jesus—most!Let Justice not mistake—We Two—looked so alike—Which was the Guilty Sake—‘Twas Love’s—Now Strike!

Forget she wore it at her HeartBecause she breathed againstWas Treason twixt?Deny! Did Rose her Bee—For Privilege of PlayOr Wile of ButterflyOr Opportunity—Her Lord away?The lady with the Amulet—will face—The Bee—in Mausoleum laid—Discard his Bride—But longer than the little Rill—That cooled the Forehead of the Hill—While Other—went the Sea to fill—And Other—went to turn the…

I’ve heard my Father tell—And Owls do build in Oaks—So here’s an Amber Sill—That slanted in my Path—When going to the Barn—And if it serve You for a House—Itself is not in vain—About the price—’tis small—I only ask a TuneAt Midnight—Let the Owl selectHis favorite Refrain.

Chase it, and it ceases—Chase it not, and it abides—Overtake the CreasesIn the Meadow—when the WindRuns his fingers thro’ it—Deity will see to itThat You never do it—

Or the most agonizing Spy —An Enemy — could send —Secure against its own —No treason it can fear —Itself — its Sovereign — of itselfThe Soul should stand in Awe —