443 I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl — Life`s little duties do — precisely — As the very least Were infinite — to me — I put new Blossoms in the Glass — And throw the old — away — I push a petal from my gown That anchored there — I weigh The time `twill be till six o`clock I have so much to do — And yet — Existence — some way back — Stopped — struck — my tickling — through — We cannot put Ourself away As a completed Man Or Woman — When the Errand`s done We came to Flesh — upon — There may be — Miles on Miles of Nought — Of Action — sicker far — To simulate — is stinging work — To cover what we are From Science—and from Surgery — Too Telescopic Eyes To bear on us unshaded — For their — sake — not for Ours — `Twould start them — We — could tremble — But since we got a Bomb — And held it in our Bosom — Nay — Hold it — it is calm — Therefore — we do life`s labor — Though life`s Reward — be done — With scrupulous exactness — To hold our Senses — on —SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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