In snow thou comest —
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
In fear thou comest —
Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy
That man anew embark to live
Upon the depth of thee.
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1. In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
..."Only a pound," said the auctioneer,
"Only a pound; and I'm standing here
Selling this animal, gain or loss.
Only a pound for the drover's horse;
One of the sort that was never afraid,
One of the boys of the Old Brigade;
Thoroughly honest and game, I'll swear,
Only a little the worse for wear...In this short Life
That only lasts an hour
How much — how little — is
Within our powerIn thy long Paradise of Light
No moment will there be
When I shall long for Earthly Play
And mortal Company —And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.
And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
...In Winter in my Room
I came upon a Worm —
Pink, lank and warm —
But as he was a worm
And worms presume
Not quite with him at home —
Secured him by a string
To something neighboring
And went along.
A Trifle afterward
A thing occurred
I'd...Inconceivably solemn!
Things go gay
Pierce — by the very Press
Of Imagery —
Their far Parades — order on the eye
With a mute Pomp —
A pleading Pageantry —
Flags, are a brave sight —
But no true Eye
Ever went by One —
Steadily —
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