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When I shall be ‘forgiven’—Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Head—Are out of sight—in Heaven—I think just how my lips will weigh—With shapeless—quivering—prayer—That you—so late—’Consider’ me—The ‘Sparrow’ of your Care—I mind me that of Anguish—sent—Some drifts were moved away—Before my simple bosom—broke—And why not this—if they?And so I con that thing—’forgiven’—Until& mdash;delirious—borne—By my long bright—and longer—trust—I drop…

Daffodils a-blowHomesick curiosityTo the Souls that snow—Drift may block within itDeeper than without—Daffodil delight butHim it duplicate—

A dim capacity for wingsDegrades the dress I wear.A power of butterfly must beThe aptitude to fly,Meadows of majesty concedesAnd easy sweeps of sky.So I must baffle at the hintAnd cipher at the sign,And make much blunder, if at lastI take the clew divine.

Which in the valleys lie?Some shook their heads, and others smiled—And no one made reply.Perhaps they did not hear, I said,I will inquire again—Whose are the beds—the tiny bedsSo thick upon the plain?‘Tis Daisy, in the shortest—A little further on—Nearest the door—to wake the Ist—Little Leontoden.‘Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster—Anemone, and Bell—Bartsia, in the blanket…

Written by faded menAt the suggestion of Holy Spectres—Subjects—Bethlehem— ;Eden—the ancient Homestead—Satan—the Brigadier—Judas—the Great Defaulter—David—the Troubador—Sin—a distinguished PrecipiceOthers must resist—Boys that ‘believe’ are very lonesome—Other Boys are ‘lost’—Had but the Tale a warbling Teller—All the Boys would come—Orpheus’ Sermon captivated—It did not condemn—

Every time—for Two—So that the Sum be never hinderedThrough Decay of You—Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings—Blame the little HandHappy it be for You—a Beggar’s—Seeking More—to spend—Just to be Rich—to waste my GuineasOn so Best a Heart—Just to be Poor—for Barefoot VisionYou—Sweet—Shut me out—