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Her pretty parasol was seen Contracting in a field Where men made hay, then struggling hard With an opposing cloud, Where parties, phantom as herself, To Nowhere seemed to go In purposeless circumference, As 't were a tropic show. HER PRETTY PARASOL WAS SEEN CONTRACTING IN A FIELD WHERE MEN MADE HAY THEN STRUGGLING HARD WITH AN OPPOSING CLOUD WHERE PARTIES PHANTOM AS HERSELF TO KNOW WHERE SEEM'D TO GO IN PURPOSELESS CIRCUMFERENCE AS TWERE TROPIC SHOW
g; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. She felt herself supremer, -- A raised, ethereal thing; Henceforth for her what holiday! Meanwhile, her wheeling king Trailed slow along the orchards His haughty, spangled hems, Leaving a new necessity, -- The want of diadems! The morning fluttered, staggered, Felt feebly for her crown, -- Her unanointed forehead Henceforth her only one. VI. THE ROBIN. The robin is the one That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on. The robin is the one That overflows the noon With her cherubic quantity, An April but begun. The robin is the one That speechless from her nest Submits that home and certainty And sanctity are best. VII. THE BUTTERFLY'S DAY. From cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged -- a summer afternoon -- Repairing everywhere, Without design, that I could trace, Except to stray abroad On miscellaneous enterprise The clovers understood. SUN'S WOOING THE SUN JUST TOUCHED THE MORNING THE MORNING HAPPY THING SUPPOSED THAT HE HAD COME TO DWELL AND LIFE WOULD BE ALL SPRING SHE FELT HERSELF SUPREMER A RAISED ETHEREAL THING HENCEFORTH FOR HER WHAT HOLIDAY MEANWHILE HER WHEELING KING TRAILED SLOW ALONG THE ORCHARDS HIS HAUGHTY SPANGLED HEMS LEAVING A NEW NECESSITY THE WANT OF DIADEMS THE MORNING FLUTTERED STAGGERED FELT FEEBLY FOR HER CROWN HER UNANOINTED FOREHEAD HENCEFORTH HER ONLY ONE SIX THE ROBIN THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT INTERRUPTS THE MORN WITH HURRIED FEW EXPRESS REPORTS WHEN MARCH IS SCARCELY ON THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT OVERFLOWS THE NOON WITH HER CHERUBIC QUANTITY AN APRIL BUT BEGUN THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT SPEECHLESS FROM HER NEST SUBMITS THAT HOME AND CERTAINTY AND SANCTITY ARE BEST SEVEN THE BUTTERFLY'S DAY FROM COCOON FORTH A BUTTERFLY AS LADY FROM HER DOOR EMERGED A SUMMER AFTERNOON REPAIRING EVERYWHERE WITHOUT DESIGN THAT I COULD TRACE EXCEPT TO STRAY ABROAD ON MISCELLANEOUS ENTERPRISE THE CLOVERS UNDERSTOOD
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