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A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!

A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!
Its fee — to be of Gold –
Had Nature — in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child –

To earn a Mine — would run
That Interdicted Way,
And tell Him — Charge thee speak it plain –
That so far — Truth is True?

And answer What I do –
Beginning with the Day
That Night — begun –
Nay — Midnight — ’twas –
Since Midnight — happened — say –

If once more — Pardon — Boy –
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message — If too vast
Another Lad — help thee –

Thy Pay — in Diamonds — be –
And His — in solid Gold –
Say Rubies — if He hesitate –
My Message — must be told –

Say — last I said — was This –
That when the Hills — come down –
And hold no higher than the Plain –
My Bond — have just begun –

And when the Heavens — disband –
And Deity conclude –
Then — look for me. Be sure you say –
Least Figure — on the Road –

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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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The Day that I was crowned

The Day that I was crownedThe Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days –
Until the Coronation came –
And then — ’twas Otherwise –

As Carbon in the Coal
And Carbon in the Gem
Are One — and yet the former
Were dull for Diadem –

I rose, and all was plain –
But when the Day declined
Myself and It, in Majesty
Were equally — adorned –

The Grace that I — was chose –
To Me — surpassed the Crown
That was the Witness for the Grace –
‘Twas even that ’twas Mine -

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It sifts from Leaden Sieves –

It sifts from Leaden Sieves --It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack — and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them–

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

Whose are the little beds, I asked

Whose are the little beds, I askedWhose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled –
And no one made reply.

Perhaps they did not hear, I said,
I will inquire again –
Whose are the beds — the tiny beds
So thick upon the plain?

‘Tis Daisy, in the shortest –
A little further on –
Nearest the door — to wake the Ist –
Little Leontoden.

‘Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster –
Anemone, and Bell –
Bartsia, in the blanket red –
And chubby Daffodil.

Meanwhile, at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied –
Humming the quaintest lullaby
That ever rocked a child.

Hush! Epigea wakens!
The Crocus stirs her lids –
Rhodora’s cheek is crimson,
She’s dreaming of the woods!

Then turning from them reverent –
Their bedtime ’tis, she said –
The Bumble bees will wake them
When April woods are red.