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Past bows and invitations, Past interview, and vow, Past what ourselves can estimate,    That makes the quick of woe! PAST BOWS AND INVITATIONS PAST INTERVIEW AND VOW PAST WHAT OURSELVES CAN ESTIMATE THAT MAKES THE QUICK OF WOE
ning, when I over-sleep, Knock, recollect, for me! I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same. 'T was such an ample peace, It could not hold a sigh, -- 'T was Sabbath with the bells divorced, 'T was sunset all the day. So choosing but a gown And taking but a prayer, The only raiment I should need, I struggled, and was there. XXI. If anybody's friend be dead, It 's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive, At such and such a time. Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the hair, -- A prank nobody knew but them, Lost, in the sepulchre. How warm they were on such a day: You almost feel the date, So short way off it seems; and now, They 're centuries from that. How pleased they were at what you said; You try to touch the smile, And dip your fingers in the frost: When was it, can you tell, You asked the company to tea, Acquaintance, just a few, And chatted close with this grand thing That don't remember you? RS CLEAR AND PASSED THEIR CURTAINS BY SWEET MORNING WHEN I OVER SLEEP KNOCK RECOLLECT FOR ME I LOOKED AT SUNRISE ONCE AND THEN I LOOKED AT THEM AND WISHFULNESS IN ME AROSE FOR CIRCUMSTANCE THE SAME TWAS SUCH AN AMPLE PIECE IT COULD NOT HOLD A SIGH TWAS SABBATH WITH THE BELLS DIVORCED TWAS SUNSET ALL THE DAY SO CHOOSING BUT A GOWN AND TAKING BUT A PRAYER THE ONLY RAIMENT I SHOULD NEED I STRUGGLED AND WAS THERE TWENTY ONE IF ANYBODY'S FRIEND BE DEAD IT'S SHARPEST OF THE THEME THE THINKING HOW THEY WALKED ALIVE AT SUCH AND SUCH A TIME THEIR COSTUME OF A SUNDAY SOME MANNER OF THE HARE A PRANK NOBODY KNEW BUT THEM LOST IN THE SEPULCHRE HOW WARM THEY WERE ON SUCH A DAY YOU ALMOST FEEL THE DATE SO SHORT WAY OFF IT SEEMS AND NOW THEY'RE CENTURIES FROM THAT HOW PLEASED THEY WERE AT WHAT YOU SAID YOU TRY TO TOUCH THE SMILE AND DIP YOUR FINGERS IN THE FROST WHEN WAS IT CAN YOU TELL YOU ASKED THE COMPANY TO TEA ACQUAINTANCE JUST A FEW AND CHATTED CLOSE WITH THIS GRAND THING THAT DON'T REMEMBER YOU
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