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Our little secrets slink away — Our little secrets slink away — Beside God's shall not tell — He kept his word a Trillion years And might we not as well — But for the niggardly delight To make each other stare Is there no sweet beneath... Poet:	Poor little Heart! Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart! Did they forsake thee? Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire! Frail little Heart! I would not... Poet:	Prayer is the little implement Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence — is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of it — in God's Ear — If then He hear — This sums the Apparatus ... Poet:	The Dying need but little, Dear, The Dying need but little, Dear, A Glass of Water's all, A Flower's unobtrusive Face To punctuate the Wall, A Fan, perhaps, a Friend's Regret And Certainty that one No color in the Rainbow ... Poet:
The grave my little cottage is, The grave my little cottage is, Where "Keeping house" for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly, A cycle, it may be, Till everlasting life unite ... Poet:	The Lady feeds Her little Bird The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals — The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The Gulf between the Hand and Her And crumbless and afar And fainting, on Her yellow Knee... Poet:	They have a little Odor — that to me They have a little Odor — that to me Is metre — nay — 'tis melody — And spiciest at fading — indicate — A Habit — of a Laureate — Poet:	This dirty — little — Heart This dirty — little — Heart Is freely mine. I won it with a Bun — A Freckled shrine — But eligibly fair To him who sees The Visage of the Soul And not the knees. Poet:
To die — takes just a little while — To die — takes just a little while — They say it doesn't hurt — It's only fainter — by degrees — And then — it's out of sight — A darker Ribbon — for a Day — A Crape upon the Hat — And then the... Poet:	Too little way the House must lie Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant — Too narrow is the Right between — Too imminent the chance — Each Consciousness must... Poet: