Warm in her Hand these accents lie

Latch them softly—These—held Dimples—Smooth them slow—This—addressed departing accents—Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—This—We stroked—Unnumbered Satin—These—we held among our own—Fingers of the Slim Aurora—Not so arrogant—this Noon—These—adjust—that ran to meet us—Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe—Paradise—the only PalaceFit for Her reception—now—

We are far too grand—But we bolt the door tightTo prevent a friend—Then we hide our brave faceDeep in our hand—Not to cry—Tim and I—We are far too grand—Nor to dream—he and me—Do we condescend—We just shut our brown eyeTo see to the end—Tim—see Cottages—But, Oh, so high!Then—we shake—Tim and I—And lest I—cry—Tim—reads a little…

Exhibit—I supposeThat General AttendanceThat Resurrection—does—Circumferen ce be full—The long restricted GraveAssert her Vital Privilege—The Dust—connect—and live—On Atoms—features place—All Multitudes that wereEfface in the Comparison—As Suns—dissolve a star—Solemnity—prevail—Its Individual DoomPossess each separate Consciousness—August—Absorbed&mda sh;Numb—What Duplicate—exist—What Parallel can be—Of the Significance of This—To Universe—and Me?

Of such a little Dog am IReminded by a BoyWho gambols all the living DayWithout an earthly causeBecause he is a little BoyI honestly suppose –The Cat that in the Corner dwellsHer martial Day forgotThe Mouse but a Tradition nowOf her desireless LotAnother class remind meWho neither please nor playBut not to make a ‘bit…

Is Bulletins all DayFrom Immortality.The Only Shows I see—Tomorrow and Today—Perchance Eternity—The Only One I meetIs God—The Only Street—Existence—This traversedIf Other News there be—Or Admirable Show—I’ll tell it You—

Though in another tree—She looks down just as oftenAnd just as tenderlyAs when her little mortal nestWith cunning care she wove—If either of her ‘sparrows fall,’She ‘notices,’ above.