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V. Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it, And 't was not for me; She was mute from transport, I, from agony! Till the evening, nearing, One the shutters drew    Quick! a sharper rustling! And this linnet flew! FIVE MORNS LIKE THESE WE PARTED NOONS LIKE THESE SHE ROSE FLUTTERING FIRST THEN FIRMER TO HER FAIR REPOSE NEVER DID SHE LISP IT AND TWAS NOT FOR ME SHE WAS MUTE FROM TRANSPORT I FROM AGONY TILL THE EVENING NEARING ONE THE SHUTTERS DREW QUICK A SHARPER RUSTLING AND THIS LINNET FLEW
 Unto the shepherd's arm! Perhaps you 're going too! Who knows? If you should get there first, Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost! The smallest "robe" will fit me, And just a bit of "crown;" For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home. I 'm glad I don't believe it, For it would stop my breath, And I 'd like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground. III. At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, -- I 'm knocking everywhere. Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me? IV. EPITAPH. Step lightly on this narrow spot! The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told As far as cannon dwell, Or flag subsist, or fame export Her deathless syllable. DONE AS SURE AS FLOCKS GO HOME AT NIGHT UNTO THE SHEPHERD'S ARM PERHAPS YOU'RE GOING TOO WHO KNOWS IF YOU SHOULD GET THERE FIRST SAVE JUST A LITTLE PLACE FOR ME CLOSE TO THE TWO I LOST THE SMALLEST ROBE WILL FIT ME AND JUST A BIT OF CROWN FOR YOU KNOW WE DO NOT MIND OUR DRESS WHEN WE ARE GOING HOME I'M GLAD I DON'T BELIEVE IT FOR IT WOULD STOP MY BREATH AND I'D LIKE TO LOOK A LITTLE MORE AT SUCH A CURIOUS EARTH I'M GLAD THEY DID BELIEVE IT WHOM I HAVE NEVER FOUND SINCE THE MIGHTY AUTUMN AFTERNOON I LEFT THEM IN THE GROUND THREE AT LEAST TO PRAY IS LEFT IS LEFT O JESUS IN THE AIR I KNOW NOT WHICH THY CHAMBER IS I M KNOCKING EVERYWHERE THOU STIRREST EARTHQUAKE IN THE SOUTH AND MAELSTROM IN THE SEA SAY JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH HAST THOU NO ARM FOR ME FOUR EPITAPH STEP LIGHTLY ON THIS NARROW SPOT THE BROADEST LAND THAT GROWS IS NOT SO AMPLE AS THE BREAST THESE EMERALD SEAMS ENCLOSE STEP LOFTY FOR THIS NAME IS TOLD AS FAR AS CANNON DWELL OR FLAG SUBSIST OR FAME EXPORT HER DEATHLESS SYLLABLE
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