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The pillow of this daring head Is pungent evergreens; His larder    terse and militant    Unknown, refreshing things; His character a tonic, His future a dispute; Unfair an immortality That leaves this neighbor out. THE PILLOW OF THIS DARING HEAD IS PUNGENT EVERGREENS HIS LARDER TERSE AND MILITANT UNKNOWN REFRESHING THINGS HIS CHARACTER A TONIC HIS FUTURE A DISPUTE UNFAIR AN IMMORTALITY THAT LEAVES THIS NEIGHBOR OUT
l to bear! L. THE SNOW. It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, -- Unbroken forehead from the east Unto the east again. It reaches to the fence, It wraps it, rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil On stump and stack and stem, -- The summer's empty room, Acres of seams where harvests were, Recordless, but for them. It ruffles wrists of posts, As ankles of a queen, -- Then stills its artisans like ghosts, Denying they have been. LI. THE BLUE JAY. No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us A February day, The brother of the universe Was never blown away. The snow and he are intimate; I 've often seen them play When heaven looked upon us all With such severity, I felt apology were due To an insulted sky, Whose pompous frown was nutriment To their temerity. ORD A SUNNY MIND THY WINDY WILL TO BEAR FIFTY THE SNOW IT SIFTS FROM LEADEN SIEVES IT POWDERS ALL THE WOOD IT FILLS WITH ALABASTER WOOL THE WRINKLES OF THE ROAD IT MAKES AN EVEN FACE OF MOUNTAIN AND OF PLAIN UNBROKEN FOREHEAD FROM THE EAST UNTO THE EAST AGAIN IT REACHES TO THE FENCE IT WRAPS IT RAIL BY RAIL TILL IT IS LOST IN FLEECES IT FLINGS A CRYSTAL VEIL ON STUMP AND STACK AND STEM THE SUMMER'S EMPTY ROOM ACRES OF SEAMS WHERE HARVESTS WERE RECORDLESS BUT FOR THEM IT RUFFLES WRISTS OF POETS AS ANKLES OF A QUEEN THEN STILLS ITS ARTISANS LIKE GHOSTS DEYING THEY HAVE BEEN FIFTY ONE THE BLUE JAY NO BRIGADIER THROUGHOUT THE YEAR SO CIVIC AS THE JAY A NEIGHBOUR AND A WARRIOR TOO WITH SHRILL FELICITY PURSUING WINDS THAT CENSURE US A FEBRUARY DAY THE BROTHER OF THE UNIVERSE WAS NEVER BLOWN AWAY THE SNOW AND HE ARE INTIMATE I'VE OFTEN SEEN THEM PLAY WHEN HEAVEN LOOKED UPON US ALL WITH SUCH SEVERITY I FELT APOLOGY WERE DUE TO AN INSULTED SKY WHOSE POMPOUS FROWN WAS NUTRIMENT TO THEIR TEMERITY
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