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The Dimples ran along—And still it hurt you, as some BirdDid hoist herself, to sing,Then recollect a Ball, she got—And hold upon the Twig,Convulsive, while the Music broke—Like Beads—among the Bog—

Between its Ponderous faceAnd Ours—a Kinsmanship express—And in its narrow Eyes—We come to look with gratitudeFor the appointed BeamIt deal us—stated as our food—And hungered for—the same—We learn to know the Planks—That answer to Our feet—So miserable a sound—at first—Nor ever now—so sweet—As plashing in the Pools—When Memory was a Boy—But a Demurer Circuit—A Geometric…

How ignorant I had beenOf pretty ways of Covenant—How awkward at the HymnRound our new Fireside—but for this—This pattern—of the Way—Whose Memory drowns me, like the DipOf a Celestial Sea—What Mornings in our Garden—guessed—What Bees—for us—to hum—With only Birds to interruptThe Ripple of our Theme—And Task for Both—When Play be done—Your Problem—of the Brain—And mine—some…

Gambolled awayHer lease of spotted hours,Then sank as gaily as a TurnUpon a Couch of flowers.Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hillYesterday, and Today,Her vestments as the silver fleece—Her countenance as spray.

Would it try mine—Worn—now—and dull—sweet,Writing much to thee.If it had no word,Would it make the Daisy,Most as big as I was,When it plucked me?

Lest that should conquer me.I haven’t quite the strength nowTo break it to the Bee—I will not name it in the streetFor shops would stare at me—That one so shy—so ignorantShould have the face to die.The hillsides must not know it—Where I have rambled so—Nor tell the loving forestsThe day that I shall go—Nor lisp…