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They 're here, though; not a creature failed, No blossom stayed away In gentle deference to me, The Queen of Calvary. THERE HERE THOUGH NOT A CREATURE FAILED NO BLOSSOM STAYED AWAY IN GENTLE DEFERENCE TO ME THE QUEEN OF CALVARY
hards, He cheats as he enchants Of an entire attar For his decamping wants. The splendor of a Burmah, The meteor of birds, Departing like a pageant Of ballads and of bards. I never thought that Jason sought For any golden fleece; But then I am a rural man, With thoughts that make for peace. But if there were a Jason, Tradition suffer me Behold his lost emolument Upon the apple-tree. XIV. IN SHADOW. I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I 'm accustomed to him grown, -- He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live Till that first shout got by, Not all pianos in the woods Had power to mangle me. I dared not meet the daffodils, For fear their yellow gown Would pierce me with a fashion So foreign to my own. I wished the grass would hurry, So when 't was time to see, He 'd be too tall, the tallest one Could stretch to look at me. I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they 'd stay away In those dim countries where they go: What word had they for me? SY IN CHIEF THE JESUIT OF ORCHARDS HE CHEATS AS HE ENCHANTS OF AN ENTIRE ATTAR FOR HIS DECAMPING WANTS THE SPLENDOUR OF A BURMAH THE METEOR OF BIRDS DEPARTING LIKE A PAGEANT OF BALLADS AND OF BARDS I NEVER THOUGHT THAT JASON SOUGHT FOR ANY GOLDEN FLEECE BUT THEN I AM A RURAL MAN WITH THOUGHTS THAT MAKE FOR PEACE BUT IF THERE WERE A JASON TRADITION SUFFER ME BEHOLD HIS LOST EMOLUMENT UPON THE APPLE TREE FOURTEEN IN SHADOW I DREADED THAT FIRST ROBIN SO BUT HE IS MASTERED NOW AND I AM ACCUSTOMED TO HIM GROWN HE HURTS A LITTLE THOUGH I THOUGHT IF I COULD ONLY LIVE TILL THAT FIRST SHOUT GOT BY NOT ALL PIANOS IN THE WOODS HAD POWER TO MANGLE ME I DARED NOT MEET THE DAFFODILS FOR FEAR THEIR YELLOW GOWN WOULD PIERCE ME WITH A FASHION SO FOREIGN TO MY OWN I WISHED THE GRASS WOULD HURRY SO WHEN TWAS TIME TO SEE HE'D BE TOO TALL THE TALLEST ONE COULD STRETCH TO LOOK AT ME I COULD NOT BEAR THE BEES SHOULD COME I WISHED THEY'D STAY AWAY IN THOSE DIM COUNTRIES WHERE THEY GO WHAT WORD HAD THEY FOR ME
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