If What we could — were what we would –
Criterion — be small –
It is the Ultimate of Talk –
The Impotence to Tell –
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If What we could — were what we would –
Criterion — be small –
It is the Ultimate of Talk –
The Impotence to Tell –
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The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune —
Because I grow — where Robins do —
But, were I Cuckoo born —
I’d swear by him —
The ode familiar — rules the Noon —
The Buttercup’s, my Whim for Bloom —
Because, we’re Orchard sprung —
But, were I Britain born,
I’d Daisies spurn —
None but the Nut — October fit —
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit — I’m taught —
Without the Snow’s Tableau
Winter, were lie — to me —
Because I see — New Englandly —
The Queen, discerns like me —
Provincially —
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