LIFE
The thought is quiet as a flake,—A crash without a sound;How life’s reverberationIts explanation found!
CX
ON the bleakness of my lot Bloom I strove to raise.Late, my acre of a rock Yielded grape and maize.
Soil of flint if steadfast tilled Will reward the hand;Seed of palm by Lybian sun Fructified in sand.
CXI
A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by—An instant’s width of warmth disclosed, And wealth, and company.
The door as sudden shut, and I, I, lost, was passing by,—Lost doubly, but by contrast most, Enlightening misery.
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