‘Tis a trifling knowledge—
News-Boys salute the Door—
Carts—joggle by—
Morning’s bold face—stares in the window—
Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—
Houses hunch the House
With their Brick Shoulders—
Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—
To the very Square—His foot is passing—
Possibly, this moment—
While I—dream—Here—
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Of such a little Dog am IReminded by a BoyWho gambols all the living DayWithout an earthly causeBecause he is a little BoyI honestly suppose –The Cat that in the Corner dwellsHer martial Day forgotThe Mouse but a Tradition nowOf her desireless LotAnother class remind meWho neither please nor playBut not to make a ‘bit…
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The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
Across a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go.A narrow wind complains all dayHow some one treated him;Nature, like us, is sometimes caughtWithout her diadem.
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I was used—to the Birds—before—This—was different—’Twas Translation—Of all tunes I knew—and more—‘Twasn’t contained—like other stanza—No one could play it—the second time—But the Composer—perfect Mozart—Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme!So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden—Bubbled a better—Melody—Quaintly infer—Eve’s great surrender—Urging the feet—that would—not—fly—Children—matured—are wiser—mostly—Eden—a legend—dimly told—Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame’s story—But—I was telling a tune—I heard—Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes—When…
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Doth seldom go abroad—Diviner Crowd at Home—Obliterate the need—And Courtesy forbidA Host’s departure whenUpon Himself be visitingThe Emperor of Men—