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On such a dawn, or such a dawn, Would anybody sigh That such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie For chanticleer to wake it,    Or stirring house below, Or giddy bird in orchard, Or early task to do? ON SUCH A DAWN OR SUCH A DAWN WOULD ANYBODY SIGH THAT SUCH A LITTLE FIGURE TOO SOUND ASLEEP DID LIE FOR CHANTICLEER TO WAKE IT OR STIRRING HOUSE BELOW OR GIDDY BIRD IN ORCHARD OR EARLY TASK TO DO
ompany to tea, Acquaintance, just a few, And chatted close with this grand thing That don't remember you? Past bows and invitations, Past interview, and vow, Past what ourselves can estimate, -- That makes the quick of woe! XXII. THE JOURNEY. Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Retreat was out of hope, -- Behind, a sealed route, Eternity's white flag before, And God at every gate. XXIII. A COUNTRY BURIAL. Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground. XXIV. GOING. On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer, to and fro? AN YOU TELL YOU ASKED THE COMPANY TO TEA ACQUAINTANCE JUST A FEW AND CHATTED CLOSE WITH THIS GRAND THING THAT DON'T REMEMBER YOU PAST BOWS AND INVITATIONS PAST INTERVIEW AND VOW PAST WHAT OURSELVES CAN ESTIMATE THAT MAKES THE QUICK OF WOE TWENTY TWO THE JOURNEY OUR JOURNEY HAD ADVANCED OUR FEET WERE ALMOST COME TO THAT ODD FORK IN BEING'S ROAD ETERNITY BY TERM OUR PACE TOOK SUDDEN AWE OUR FEET RELUCTANT LED BEFORE WERE CITIES BUT BETWEEN THE FOREST OF THE DEAD RETREAT WAS OUT OF HOPE BEHIND A SEALED ROUTE ETERNITY'S WHITE FLAG BEFORE AND GOD AT EVERY GATE TWENTY THREE A COUNTRY BURIAL AMPLE MAKE THIS BED MAKE THIS BED WITH AWE IN IT WAIT TILL JUDGMENT BREAK EXCELLENT AND FAIR BE ITS MATTRESS STRAIGHT BE ITS PILLOW ROUND LET NO SUNRISE'S YELLOW NOISE INTERRUPT THIS GROUND TWENTY FOUR GOING ON SUCH A NIGHT OR SUCH A NIGHT WOULD ANYBODY CARE IF SUCH A LITTLE FIGURE SLIPPED QUIET FROM ITS CHAIR SO QUIET OH HOW QUIET THAT NOBODY MIGHT KNOW BUT THAT THE LITTLE FIGURE ROCKED SOFTER TO AND FRO
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