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Joy to have merited the Pain —
Guest am I to have
Defrauded I a Butterfly —
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —
Escaping backward to perceive
Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle
I could suffice for Him, I knew —
A Clock stopped —
Crisis is a Hair
The name — of it— is "Autumn" —
His Mansion in the Pool
Two Butterflies went out at Noon
Through lane it lay — through bramble —
Who occupies this House?
What Inn is this
Behind Me — dips Eternity —
The Merchant of the Picturesque
A Shade opon the mind there passes
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
Forever at His side to walk —
That short — potential stir
It is dead — Find it —
I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —
You've seen Balloons set — Hav'nt You?
Escape is such a thankful Word
Somewhat, to hope for
A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis —
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink —
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September
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Friday, October 2, 2009
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Not when we know, the Power accosts —
The Garment of Surprise
Was all our timid Mother wore
At Home — in Paradise.
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