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We do not play on Graves — We do not play on Graves — Because there isn't Room — Besides — it isn't even — it slants And People come — And put a Flower on it — And hang their faces so — We're fearing that their Hearts will... Poet:	We don't cry — Tim and I, We don't cry — Tim and I, We are far too grand — But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend — Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand — Not to cry — Tim and I — We are far too... Poet:	We dream — it is good we are dreaming — We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it is playing — kill us, And we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally — It is a truth — of Blood — ... Poet:	We grow accustomed to the Dark — We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of the night — Then — fit our Vision to... Poet:
We hail the day We hail the day—the glorious day Which gave a nation birth; Where Freedom could her wand display Among the powers of earth. Chorus All hail—all hail! to th’ Stars and Stripes... Poet:	We introduce ourselves We introduce ourselves To Planets and to Flowers But with ourselves Have etiquettes Embarrassments And awes Poet:	We knew not that we were to live — We knew not that we were to live — Nor when — we are to die — Our ignorance — our cuirass is — We wear Mortality As lightly as an Option Gown Till asked to take it off — By his intrusion, God is known —... Poet:	We learn it in Retreating We learn it in Retreating How vast an one Was recently among us — A Perished Sun Endear in the departure How doubly more Than all the Golden presence It was — before — Poet:
We learned the Whole of Love — We learned the Whole of Love — The Alphabet — the Words — A Chapter — then the mighty Book — Then — Revelation closed — But in Each Other's eyes An Ignorance beheld — Diviner than the Childhood's —... Poet:	We like a Hairbreadth 'scape We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If we had ventured less The Breeze were not so fine That reaches to our utmost Hair ... Poet: