LITTLE masters, hat in hand
Let me in your presence stand,
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THE BUBBLE
WHY should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I.
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THEY cannot wholly pass away,
How far soe’er above;
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THE WAVES forever move;
The hills forever rest:
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Long, long before the Babe could speak,
When he would kiss his mother's cheek
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Where lies the lidded Sleep
Throughout the waking hours?
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The ghost am I
Of winds that die
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Now, weary, one by one we lay
Aside the panoply of day;
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For ever face to face,
As towered of old
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Give us this day our daily bread.
"Oh wheat," the wind, in passing, said,
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In this narrow cloister bound
Dwells a Sisterhood of Sound,
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Whence, O fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
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Her doctor advising, a victim of grippe
Set out on a journey to Rome;
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Give me Thyself to see
In what is least to me:
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Another Mary seemest thou to me—
A rainbow span,
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Little heads are sleeping all,
While within the darkened hall
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All others rest; but I
Dream-haunted lie—
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Anonymous—nor needs a name
To tell the secret whence the flame,
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\MAY 1879\
Father;--for loftier titles cannot hide
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\JUNE 1879\
In exile, widowed, childless, desolate,
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EACH wave that breaks upon the strand,
How swift soe’er to spurn the sand
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WE know Thee, each in part—
A portion small;
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ONCE when my heart was passion-free
To learn of things divine,
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Poor jester! still upon the stage,
Chap-fallen flung,
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Ring! The little Rabbits' eyes,
In the morning clear,
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Am I the only child awake
Beneath thy midnight beams?
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Before a clock was in the tower,
Or e'er a watch was worn,
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I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal Trees,
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If thou, like Zacheus, wouldst see
Thy Lord and Master, climb the tree,
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"How beautiful your feathers be!"
The Redbird sang to the Tulip-tree,
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