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To-day or this noon

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To fight aloud is very brave,

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To hang our head ostensibly,

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To hear an oriole sing

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To help our bleaker parts

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To know just how he suffered would be dear;

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To learn the transport by the pain,

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To lose one’s faith surpasses

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To lose thee, sweeter than to gain

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To love thee, year by year,

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To make a prairie it takes a clover

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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;

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Too cold is this

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To pile the Thunder to its close,

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To see her is a picture,

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To tell the beauty would decrease,

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To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee;

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To this apartment deep

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To venerate the simple days

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’T was a long parting, but the time

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’T was comfort in her dying room

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’T was just this time last year I died,

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’T was later when the summer went

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’T was such a little, little boat

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Two butterflies went out at noon

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Two lengths has every day,

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Two swimmers wrestled on the spar

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Undue significance a starving man attaches

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Unto my books so good to turn

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Upon the gallows hung a wretch,

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Victory comes late,

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Volcanoes be in Sicily

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Wait till the majesty of Death

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Water is taught by thirst;

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We cover thee, sweet face

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We learn in the retreating

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We like March, his shoes are purple,

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We never know how high we are

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We never know we go, — when we are going

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Went up a year this evening!

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We outgrow love like other things

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We play at paste

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