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I wonder if It weighs like Mine–Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long–Or did it just begin–I could not tell the Date of Mine–It feels so old a pain–I wonder if it hurts to live–And if They have to try–And whether–could They choose between–It would not be–to die–I note that Some–gone…

‘Tis little I can do—And yet the largest Woman’s HeartCould hold an Arrow—too—And so, instructed by my own,I tenderer, turn Me to.

A News express to Me—A spicy Charge, My little Posts—But I am deaf—Today—The Flowers—appealed—a timid Throng—I reinforced the Door—Go blossom for the Bees—I said—And trouble Me—no More—The Summer Grace, for Notice strove—Remote—Her best Array—The Heart—to stimulate the EyeRefused too utterly—At length, a Mourner, like Myself,She drew away austere—Her frosts to ponder—then it wasI recollected Her—She…

And how if He be dead—And so around the Words I went—Of meeting them—afraid—I hinted Changes—Lapse of Time—The Surfaces of Years—I touched with Caution—lest they crack—And show me to my fears—Reverted to adjoining Lives—Adroitly turning outWherever I suspected Graves—‘Twas prudenter—I thought—And He—I pushed—with sudden force—In face of the Suspense—‘Was buried’—’Buried’! ‘He!’My Life just holds the…

Three times—He would not go—But strove to stir the lifeless FanThe Waters—strove to stay.Three Times—the Billows tossed me up—Then caught me—like a Ball—Then made Blue faces in my face—And pushed away a sailThat crawled Leagues off—I liked to see—For thinking—while I die—How pleasant to behold a ThingWhere Human faces—be—The Waves grew sleepy—Breath—did not—The Winds—like Children—lulled—Then…

Only God—The Jehovahs—are no Babblers—Unto God—God the Son—Confide it—Still secure—God the Spirit’s Honor—Just as sure—