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XXVI. I lived on dread; to those who know The stimulus there is In danger, other impetus Is numb and vital less. As 't were a spur upon the soul, A fear will urge it where To go without the spectre's aid Were challenging despair. TWENTY SIX I LIVED ON DREAD TO THOSE WHO KNOW THE STIMULUS THERE IS IN DANGER OTHER IMPETUS IS NUMB AND VITAL THIS AS TWERE A SPUR UPON THE SOUL A FEAR WILL URGE IT WHERE TO GO WITHOUT THE SPECTRE'S AID OR CHALLENGING DESPAIR
ts mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground. XXIV. GOING. On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer, to and fro? On such a dawn, or such a dawn, Would anybody sigh That such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie For chanticleer to wake it, -- Or stirring house below, Or giddy bird in orchard, Or early task to do? There was a little figure plump For every little knoll, Busy needles, and spools of thread, And trudging feet from school. Playmates, and holidays, and nuts, And visions vast and small. Strange that the feet so precious charged Should reach so small a goal! XXV. Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady's drawer, Makes summer when the lady lies In ceaseless rosemary. EXCELLENT AND FAIR BE ITS MATTRESS STRAIGHT BE ITS PILLOW ROUND LET NO SUNRISE'S YELLOW NOISE INTERRUPT THIS GROUND TWENTY FOUR GOING ON SUCH A NIGHT OR SUCH A NIGHT WOULD ANYBODY CARE IF SUCH A LITTLE FIGURE SLIPPED QUIET FROM ITS CHAIR SO QUIET OH HOW QUIET THAT NOBODY MIGHT KNOW BUT THAT THE LITTLE FIGURE ROCKED SOFTER TO AND FRO ON SUCH A DAWN OR SUCH A DAWN WOULD ANYBODY SIGH THAT SUCH A LITTLE FIGURE TOO SOUND ASLEEP DID LIE FOR CHANTICLEER TO WAKE IT OR STIRRING HOUSE BELOW OR GIDDY BIRD IN ORCHARD OR EARLY TASK TO DO THERE WAS A LITTLE FIGURE PLUMP FOR EVERY LITTLE KNOLL BUSY NEEDLES AND SPOOLS OF THREAD AND TRUDGING FEET FROM SCHOOL PLAYMATES AND HOLIDAYS AND NUTS AND VISIONS VAST AND SMALL STRANGE THAT THE FEET SO PRECIOUS CHARGED SHOULD REACH SO SMALL A GOAL TWENTY FIVE ESSENTIAL OILS ARE WRUNG THE ATTAR FROM THE ROSE IS NOT EXPRESSED BY SUNS ALONE IT IS THE GIFT OF SCREWS THE GENERAL ROSE DECAYS BUT THIS IN LADY'S DRAWER MAKES SUMMER WHEN THE LADY LIES IN CEASELESS ROSEMARY
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