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The Wind — tapped like a tired Man,

And like a Host — ` Come in`
I boldly answered — entered then
My residence within
A Rapid footless Guest —
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air —
No Bone had He to bind Him —
His speech was like the Push
Of numerous humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush
His Countenance — a Billow,
His Fingers, as He passed
Let go music — as of tunes
Blow tremulous in Glass
He visited — still flitting —
Then like a timid Man
Again He tapped — `twas flurriedly —
And I became alone.

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Heart! We will forget him!

You and I — tonight!
You may forget the Warmth he gave —
I will forget the Light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!

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49

I never lost as much but twice,

And that was in the sod.
Twice stood I beggar
Before the doors of God!

Angels — twice descending

Reimbursed my store —
Burglar! Banker — Father!
I am poor once more!

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90

Within my reach!

I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro'h the village —
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected Violets
Within the meadows go —
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago!

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107

'T was such a little-little boat

That toddled down the bay!
'T was such a gallant- gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
'T was such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast;
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!

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126

To fight aloud is very brave —

But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The Cavalry of Woe —

Who win, and nations do not see —

Who fall- and none observe —
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love —

We trust, in plumed procession

For such the Angels go —
Rank after Rank, with even feet —
And Uniforms of Snow.

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135

Water, is taught by thirst;

Land — by the Oceans passed.
Transport — by throe —
Peace — by its battles told —
Love, by Memorial Mold —
Birds, by the Snow.

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185

«Faith» is a fine invention

When Gentlemen can see —
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency

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224

I've nothing else — to bring, You know

So I keep bringing These —
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes —

Maybe, we shouldn't mind them —

Unless they didn't come —
Then — maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home —

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249

Wild Nights- Wild Nights!

Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile — the Winds —

To a Heart in port —
Done with the Compass —
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden —

Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor — Tonight!
In Thee!

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