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III. The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school boy Invites the race; Stoops to an easy clover    Dips    evades    teases    deploys; Then to the royal clouds Lifts his light pinnace Heedless of the boy Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky. Homesick for steadfast honey, Ah! the bee flies not That brews that rare variety. THE NEAREST DREAM RECEDES UNREALISED THE HEAVEN WE CHASE LIKE THE JUNE BEE BEFORE THE SCHOOL BOY INVITES THE RACE STOOPS TO AN EASY CLOVER DIPS EVADES TEASES DEPLOYS THEN TO THE ROYAL CLOUDS LIFTS HIS LIGHT PINNACE HEEDLESS OF THE BOY STARING BEWILDERED AT THE MOCKING SKY HOMESICK FOR STEADFAST HONEY AH THE BEE FLIES NOT THAT BREWS THAT RARE VARIETY
t till paradise, To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer. I. LIFE. I. I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there 's a pair of us -- don't tell! They 'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! II. I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to mine, And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay; I turn my brimming eyes away, And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass; The lips I would have cooled, alas! Are so superfluous cold, I would as soon attempt to warm The bosoms where the frost has lain Ages beneath the mould. Some other thirsty there may be To whom this would have pointed me Had it remained to speak. And so I always bear the cup If, haply, mine may be the drop Some pilgrim thirst to slake, -- If, haply, any say to me, "Unto the little, unto me," When I at last awake.  CHAPTER ONE OF POEMS SERIES TWO BY EMILY DICKINSON THIS LIBER OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN ONE LIFE ONE I'M NOBODY WHO ARE YOU ARE YOU NOBODY TOO THEN THERE'S A PAIR OF US DON'T TELL THEY'D BANISH US YOU KNOW HOW DREARY TO BE SOMEBODY HOW PUBLIC LIKE A FROG TO TELL YOUR NAME THE LIVELONG DAY TO AN ADMIRING BOG TWO I BRING AN UNACCUSTOMED WINE TO LIPS LONG PARCHING NEXT TO MINE AND SUMMON THEM TO DRINK CRACKLING WITH FEVER THEY ESSAY I TURN MY BRIMMING EYES AWAY AND COME NEXT HOUR TO LOOK THE HANDS STILL HUG THE TARDY GLASS THE LIPS I WOULD HAVE COOLED ALAS ARE SO SUPERFLUOUS COLD I WOULD AS SOON ATTEMPT TO WARM THE BOSOMS WHERE THE FROST HAS LAIN AGES BENEATH THE MOULD SOME OTHER THIRSTY THERE MAY BE TO WHOM THIS WOULD HAVE POINTED ME HAD IT REMAINED TO SPEAK AND SO I ALWAYS BEAR THE CUP IF HAPLY MINE MAY BE THE DROP SOME PILGRIM THIRST TO SLAKE IF HAPLY ANY SAY TO ME UNTO THE LITTLE UNTO ME WHEN I AT LAST AWAKE
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