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VI. THE ROBIN. The robin is the one That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on. The robin is the one That overflows the noon With her cherubic quantity, An April but begun. The robin is the one That speechless from her nest Submits that home and certainty And sanctity are best. SIX THE ROBIN THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT INTERRUPTS THE MORN WITH HURRIED FEW EXPRESS REPORTS WHEN MARCH IS SCARCELY ON THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT OVERFLOWS THE NOON WITH HER CHERUBIC QUANTITY AN APRIL BUT BEGUN THE ROBIN IS THE ONE THAT SPEECHLESS FROM HER NEST SUBMITS THAT HOME AND CERTAINTY AND SANCTITY ARE BEST
OR. The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east, The sunrise shook from fold, Like breadths of topaz, packed a night, The lady just unrolled. The happy winds their timbrels took; The birds, in docile rows, Arranged themselves around their prince (The wind is prince of those). The orchard sparkled like a Jew, -- How mighty 't was, to stay A guest in this stupendous place, The parlor of the day! V. THE SUN'S WOOING. The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. She felt herself supremer, -- A raised, ethereal thing; Henceforth for her what holiday! Meanwhile, her wheeling king Trailed slow along the orchards His haughty, spangled hems, Leaving a new necessity, -- The want of diadems! The morning fluttered, staggered, Felt feebly for her crown, -- Her unanointed forehead Henceforth her only one. ESENCE WAS CIRCUMFERENCE BETWEEN FOUR DAY'S PARLOUR THE DAY CAME SLOW TILL FIVE O'CLOCK THEN SPRANG BEFORE THE HILLS LIKE HINDERED RUBIES O'ER THE LIGHT A SUDDEN MUSKET SPILLS THE PURPLE COULD NOT KEEP THE EAST THE SUNRISE SHOOK FROM FOLD LIKE BREADTHS OF TOPAZ PACKED A NIGHT THE LADY JUST UNROLLED THE HAPPY WINDS THEIR TIMBRELS TOOK THE BIRDS IN DOCILE ROWS ARRANGED THEMSELVES AROUND THEIR PRINCE THE WIND IS PRINCE OF THOSE THE ORCHARD SPARKLED LIKE A JEW HOW MIGHTY TWAS TO STAY A GUEST IN THIS STUPENDOUS PLACE THE PARLOR OF THE DAY FIVE THE SUN'S WOOING THE SUN JUST TOUCHED THE MORNING THE MORNING HAPPY THING SUPPOSED THAT HE HAD COME TO DWELL AND LIFE WOULD BE ALL SPRING SHE FELT HERSELF SUPREMER A RAISED ETHEREAL THING HENCEFORTH FOR HER WHAT HOLIDAY MEANWHILE HER WHEELING KING TRAILED SLOW ALONG THE ORCHARDS HIS HAUGHTY SPANGLED HEMS LEAVING A NEW NECESSITY THE WANT OF DIADEMS THE MORNING FLUTTERED STAGGERED FELT FEEBLY FOR HER CROWN HER UNANOINTED FOREHEAD HENCEFORTH HER ONLY ONE
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