I thought the Train would never come —

How slow the whistle sang —

I don't believe a peevish Bird

So whimpered for the Spring —

I taught my Heart a hundred times

Precisely what to say —

Provoking Lover,...

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It would never be Common — more — I said —

Difference — had begun —

Many a bitterness — had been —

But that old sort — was done —


Or — if it sometime — showed — as 'twill —

Upon the Downiest — Morn —
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