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VIII. I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee. I will not name it in the street, For shops would stare, that I, So shy, so very ignorant, Should have the face to die. EIGHT I HAVE NOT TOLD MY GARDEN YET LEST THAT SHOULD CONQUER ME I HAVE NOT QUITE THE STRENGTH NOW TO BREAK IT TO THE BEE I WILL NOT NAME IT IN THE STREET FOR SHOPS WOULD STARE THAT I SO SHY SO VERY IGNORANT SHOULD HAVE THE FACE TO DIE
fty; for this name is told As far as cannon dwell, Or flag subsist, or fame export Her deathless syllable. 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! VI. A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. VII. I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, -- The date, and manner of the shame; And then the pious form That "God have mercy" on the soul The jury voted him. I made my soul familiar With her extremity, That at the last it should not be A novel agony, But she and Death, acquainted, Meet tranquilly as friends, Salute and pass without a hint -- And there the matter ends. 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 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 SIX A DEATH BLOW IS A LIFE BLOW TO SOME WHO TILL THEY DIED DID NOT ALIVE BECOME WHO HAD THEY LIVED HAD DIED BUT WHEN THEY DIED VITALITY BEGUN SEVEN I READ MY SENTENCE STEADILY REVIEWED IT WITH MY EYES TO SEE THAT I MADE NO MISTAKE IN ITS EXTREMEST CLAUSE THE DATE AND MANNER OF THE SHAME AND THEN THE PIOUS FORM THAT GOD HAVE MERCY ON THE SOUL THE JURY VOTED HIM I MADE MY SOUL FAMILIAR WITH HER EXTREMITY THAT AT THE LAST IT SHOULD NOT BE A NOVEL AGONY BUT SHE AND DEATH ACQUAINTED MEET TRANQUILLY AS FRIENDS SALUTE AND PASS WITHOUT A HINT AND THERE THE MATTER ENDS
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