Because 'twas Riches I could own,

Myself had earned it — Me,

I knew the Dollars by their names —

It feels like Poverty


An Earldom out of sight to hold,

An Income in the Air,

Possession — has a...

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Because I could not stop for Death—

He kindly stopped for me—

The Carriage held but just Ourselves—

And Immortality.


We slowly drove—He knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,...

Poet:

Could Hope inspect her Basis

Her Craft were done —

Has a fictitious Charter

Or it has none —


Balked in the vastest instance

But to renew —

Felled by but one assassin —

Prosperity —...

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Could I but ride indefinite

As doth the Meadow Bee

And visit only where I liked

And No one visit me


And flirt all Day with Buttercups

And marry whom I may

And dwell a little everywhere

Or...

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Could I — then — shut the door —

Lest my beseeching face — at last —

Rejected — be — of Her?

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Could live — did live —

Could die — did die —

Could smile upon the whole

Through faith in one he met not,

To introduce his soul.


Could go from scene familiar

To an untraversed spot —

...

Poet:

Could mortal lip divine

The undeveloped Freight

Of a delivered syllable

'Twould crumble with the weight.

Poet:

Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell

Be once disclosed to us

The clamor for their loveliness

Would burst the Loneliness —

Poet:

Could — I do more — for Thee —

Wert Thou a Bumble Bee —

Since for the Queen, have I —

Nought but Bouquet?

Poet:

Extol thee — could I? Then I will

By saying nothing new —

But just the truest truth

That thou art heavenly.


Perceiving thee is evidence

That we are of the sky

Partaking thee a guaranty

Of...

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