LIFE
LVII
EXCEPT the heaven had come so near,So seemed to choose my door,The distance would not haunt me so;I had not hoped before.
But just to hear the grace departI never thought to see,Afflicts me with a double loss;’T is lost, and lost to me.
LVIII
PORTRAITS are to daily facesAs an evening westTo a fine, pedantic sunshineIn a satin vest.
LIX
I TOOK my power in my handAnd went against the world;’T was not so much as David had,But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myselfWas all the one that fell.Was it Goliath was too large,Or only I too small?
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