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 There was an old person of Wick,

 Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick;

 Chickabee, Chickabaw,'

 And he said nothing more,

 That laconic old person of Wick.

 

 <Publ. 1872...

Poet:

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There was on Old Man of the Isles,
...

Poet:

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,

As lately as Today —

I know it, by the numb look

Such Houses have — alway —


The Neighbors rustle in and out —

The Doctor — drives away —

A Window opens...

Poet:

There's the Battle of Burgoyne —

Over, every Day,

By the Time that Man and Beast

Put their work away

"Sunset" sounds majestic —

But that solemn War

Could you comprehend it

You would chastened...

Poet:

Will there really be a "Morning"?

Is there such a thing as "Day"?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?


Has it feet like Water lilies?

Has it feathers like a Bird?

Is it...

Poet: