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  • I started Early — Took my Dog —

    I started Early — Took my Dog —

    And visited the Sea —

    The Mermaids in the Basement

    Came out to look at me —


    And Frigates — in the Upper Floor

    Extended Hempen Hands —

    Presuming Me to be a Mouse —

    Aground — upon the Sands —


    But no Man moved Me — till the Tide
    ...

  • I stepped from Plank to Plank

    I stepped from Plank to Plank

    A slow and cautious way

    The Stars about my Head I felt

    About my Feet the Sea.


    I knew not but the next

    Would be my final inch —

    This gave me that precarious Gait

    Some call Experience.

  • I stole them from a Bee —

    I stole them from a Bee —

    Because — Thee —

    Sweet plea —

    He pardoned me!

  • I sued the News — yet feared — the News

    I sued the News — yet feared — the News

    That such a Realm could be —

    "The House not made with Hands" it was —

    Thrown open wide to me —

  • I suppose the time will come

    I suppose the time will come

    Aid it in the coming

    When the Bird will crowd the Tree

    And the Bee be booming.


    I suppose the time will come

    Hinder it a little

    When the Corn in Silk will dress

    And in Chintz the Apple


    I believe the Day will be

    When the Jay will...

  • I tend my flowers for thee —

    I tend my flowers for thee —

    Bright Absentee!

    My Fuchsia's Coral Seams

    Rip — while the Sower — dreams


    Geraniums — tint — and spot —

    Low Daisies — dot —

    My Cactus — splits her Beard

    To show her throat —


    Carnations — tip their spice —

    And Bees — pick up —...

  • I think I was enchanted

    I think I was enchanted

    When first a sombre Girl —

    I read that Foreign Lady —

    The Dark — felt beautiful —


    And whether it was noon at night —

    Or only Heaven — at Noon —

    For very Lunacy of Light

    I had not power to tell —


    The Bees — became as Butterflies —

    The...

  • I think just how my shape will rise —

    I think just how my shape will rise —

    When I shall be "forgiven" —

    Till Hair — and Eyes — and timid Head —

    Are out of sight — in Heaven —


    I think just how my lips will weigh —

    With shapeless — quivering — prayer —

    That you — so late — "Consider" me —

    The "Sparrow" of your Care —
    ...

  • I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —

    I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —

    It would not sound so deep

    Were it a Firmamental Product —

    Airs no Oceans keep —

    Mediterranean intonations —

    To a Current's Ear —

    There is a maritime conviction

    In the Atmosphere —

  • I think the Hemlock likes to stand

    I think the Hemlock likes to stand

    Upon a Marge of Snow —

    It suits his own Austerity —

    And satisfies an awe


    That men, must slake in Wilderness —

    And in the Desert — cloy —

    An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald —

    Lapland's — necessity —


    The Hemlock's nature thrives — on...