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Then, glancing narrow at the wall, And narrow at the floor, For firm conviction of a mouse Not exorcised before, Peruse how infinite I am To    no one that you know! And sigh for lack of heaven,    but not The heaven the creeds bestow. THEN GLANCING NARROW AT THE WALL AND NARROW AT THE FLOOR FOR FIRM CONVICTION OF A MOUSE NOT EXERCISED BEFORE PERUSE HOW INFINITE I AM TO NO ONE THAT YOU KNOW AND SIGH FOR LACK OF HEAVEN BUT NOT THE HEAVEN THE CREEDS BESTOW
hen how they waded, slow, slow, slow; And then you wished you had eyes in your pages, So you could see what moved them so. "Tell him it was n't a practised writer, You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled; You could hear the bodice tug, behind you, As if it held but the might of a child; You almost pitied it, you, it worked so. Tell him -- No, you may quibble there, For it would split his heart to know it, And then you and I were silenter. "Tell him night finished before we finished, And the old clock kept neighing 'day!' And you got sleepy and begged to be ended -- What could it hinder so, to say? Tell him just how she sealed you, cautious, But if he ask where you are hid Until to-morrow, -- happy letter! Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!" VI. The way I read a letter 's this: 'T is first I lock the door, And push it with my fingers next, For transport it be sure. And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock; Then draw my little letter forth And softly pick its lock. RONOUN OUT TELL HIM JUST HOW THE FINGERS HURRIED HOW THEY WAITED SLOW SLOW SLOW AND THEN YOU WISHED YOU HAD YOUR EYES AND YOUR PAGES SO YOU COULD SEE WHAT MOVED THEM SO TELL HIM IT WASN'T A PRACTISED WRITER YOU GUESSED FROM THE WAY THE SENTENCE TOILED YOU COULD HEAR THE BODICE TUG BEHIND YOU AS IF IT HELD BUT THE MIGHT OF A CHILD YOU ALMOST PITIED IT YOU IT WORKED SO TELL HIM NO YOU MAY QUIBBLE THERE FOR IT WOULD SPLIT HIS HEART TO KNOW IT AND THEN YOU AND I WERE SILENTER TELL HIM NIGHT FINISHED BEFORE WE FINISHED AND THE OLD CLOCK KEPT NEIGHING DAY AND YOU GOT SLEEPY AND BEGGED TO BE ENDED WHAT COULD IT HINDER SO TO SAY TELL HIM JUST HOW SHE SEALED YOU CAUTIOUS BUT IF HE ASK'D WHERE YOU ARE HID UNTIL TO MORROW HAPPY LETTER GESTURE COQUETTE AND SHAKE YOUR HEAD SIX THE WAY I READ A LETTER'S THIS TIS FIRST I LOCK THE DOOR AND PUSH IT WITH MY FINGERS NEXT FOR TRANSPORT IT BE SURE AND THEN I GO THE FURTHEST OFF TO COUNTERACT A KNOCK THEN DRAW MY LITTLE LETTER FORTH AND SOFTLY PICK ITS LOCK
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