This afternoon put on –
How condescending to descend
And be of Buttercups the friend
In a New England Town –
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Tapped soft upon the TownWith ‘I am great and cannot waitSo therefore let me in.’‘You’re soon,’ the Town replied,‘My Faces are asleep—But swear, and I will let you by,You will not wake them up.’The easy Guest compliedBut once within the TownThe transport of His CountenanceAwakened Maid and ManThe Neighbor in the PoolUpon His Hip elateMade…
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