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Life’s little duties do—precisely—As the very leastWere infinite—to me—I put new Blossoms in the Glass—And throw the old—away—I push a petal from my gownThat anchored there—I weighThe time ’twill be till six o’clockI have so much to do—And yet—Existence—some way back—Stopped—struck—my tickling—through—We cannot put Ourself awayAs a completed ManOr Woman—When the Errand’s doneWe came to…

But Silence is Infinity.Himself have not a face.

If I should fail, what poverty!And yet, as poor as I,Have ventured all upon a throw!Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—This side the Victory!Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!And if indeed I fail,At least, to know the worst, is sweet!Defeat means nothing but Defeat,No drearier, can befall!And…

Not want of friend occasions itOr circumstances of LotBut nature, sometimes, sometimes thoughtAnd whoso it befallIs richer than could be revealedBy mortal numeral

Whose table once aGuest but notThe second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspectAnd with ironic cawFlap past it to the Farmer’s Corn–Men eat of it and die.

Velvet people from Vevay—Balles from some lost summer day—Bees exclusive Coterie—Paris could not lay the foldBelted down with Emerald—Venice could not show a checkOf a tint so lustrous meek—Never such an AmbuscadeAs of briar and leaf displayedFor my little damask maid—I had rather wear her graceThan an Earl’s distinguished face—I had rather dwell like herThan…