LIFE
CXXXVI
I STEPPED from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,—
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
Would be my final inch,—
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
CXXXVII
ONE day is there of the series
Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.
Termed Thanksgiving day,
Celebrated part at table,
Part in memory.
Neither patriarch nor pussy,
I dissect the play;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,
Reflex holiday.
I dissect the play;
Seems it, to my hooded thinking,
Reflex holiday.
Had there been no sharp subtraction
From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption
Where was once a room,
From the early sum,
Not an acre or a caption
Where was once a room,
Not a mention, whose small pebble
Wrinkled any bay,—
Unto such, were such assembly,
’Twere Thanksgiving day.
Wrinkled any bay,—
Unto such, were such assembly,
’Twere Thanksgiving day.
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