574 My first well Day — since many ill — I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands, And see the things in Pod — A `blossom just when I went in To take my Chance with pain — Uncertain if myself, or He, Should prove the strongest One. The Summer deepened, while we strove — She put some flowers away — And Redder cheeked Ones — in their stead — A fond — illusive way — To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried — As if before a child To fade — Tomorrow — Rainbows held The Sepulchre, could hide. She dealt a fashion to the Nut — She tied the Hoods to Seeds — She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about — And left Brazilian Threads On every shoulder that she met — Then both her Hands of Haze Put up — to hide her parting Grace From our unfitted eyes. My loss, by sickness — Was it Loss? Or that Ethereal Gain One earns by measuring the Grave — Then — measuring the Sun —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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