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Good Morning — Midnight –

Good Morning -- Midnight --Good Morning — Midnight –
I’m coming Home –
Day — got tired of Me –
How could I — of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place –
I liked to stay –
But Morn — didn’t want me — now –
So — Goodnight — Day!

I can look — can’t I –
When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then –
That puts the Heart — abroad –

You — are not so fair — Midnight –
I chose — Day –
But — please take a little Girl –
He turned away!

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The first Day’s Night had come –

The first Day's Night had come --The first Day’s Night had come –
And grateful that a thing
So terrible — had been endured –
I told my Soul to sing –

She said her Strings were snapt –
Her Bow — to Atoms blown –
And so to mend her — gave me work
Until another Morn –

And then — a Day as huge
As Yesterdays in pairs,
Unrolled its horror in my face –
Until it blocked my eyes –

My Brain — begun to laugh –
I mumbled — like a fool –
And tho’ ’tis Years ago — that Day –
My Brain keeps giggling — still.

And Something’s odd — within –
That person that I was –
And this One — do not feel the same –
Could it be Madness — this?

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A House upon the Height –

A House upon the Height --A House upon the Height –
That Wagon never reached –
No Dead, were ever carried down –
No Peddler’s Cart — approached –

Whose Chimney never smoked –
Whose Windows — Night and Morn –
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last –
Then — held an Empty Pane –

Whose fate — Conjecture knew –
No other neighbor — did –
And what it was — we never lisped –
Because He — never told –

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I’m saying every day

I'm saying every dayI’m saying every day
“If I should be a Queen, tomorrow” –
I’d do this way –
And so I deck, a little,

If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious –
With “This was she –
Begged in the Market place –
Yesterday.”

Court is a stately place –
I’ve heard men say –
So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
With bright Pins of Buttercup –
That not too plain –
Rank — overtake me –

And perch my Tongue
On Twigs of singing — rather high –
But this, might be my brief Term
To qualify –

Put from my simple speech all plain word –
Take other accents, as such I heard
Though but for the Cricket — just,
And but for the Bee –
Not in all the Meadow –
One accost me –

Better to be ready –
Than did next morn
Meet me in Aragon –
My old Gown — on –

And the surprised Air
Rustics — wear –
Summoned — unexpectedly –
To Exeter –

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It struck me — every Day –

It struck me -- every Day --It struck me — every Day –
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through –

It burned Me — in the Night –
It Blistered to My Dream –
It sickened fresh upon my sight –
With every Morn that came –

I though that Storm — was brief –
The Maddest — quickest by –
But Nature lost the Date of This –
And left it in the Sky –

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As if I asked a common Alms

As if I asked a common AlmsAs if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand –
As if I asked the Orient
Had it for me a Morn –
And it should lift its purple Dikes,
And shatter me with Dawn!

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The lonesome for they know not What –

The lonesome for they know not What --The lonesome for they know not What –
The Eastern Exiles — be –
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday –

And ever since — the purple Moat
They strive to climb — in vain –
As Birds — that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain –

The Blessed Ether — taught them –
Some Transatlantic Morn –
When Heaven — was too common — to miss –
Too sure — to dote upon!

Delight is as the flight –

Delight is as the flight --Delight is as the flight –
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say –
The Rainbow’s way –
A Skein
Flung colored, after Rain,
Would suit as bright,
Except that flight
Were Aliment –

“If it would last”
I asked the East,
When that Bent Stripe
Struck up my childish
Firmament –
And I, for glee,
Took Rainbows, as the common way,
And empty Skies
The Eccentricity –

And so with Lives –
And so with Butterflies –
Seen magic — through the fright
That they will cheat the sight –
And Dower latitudes far on –
Some sudden morn –
Our portion — in the fashion –
Done –