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X. As If Some Little Arctic Flower
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X. As If Some Little Arctic Flower

April 5, 2017April 4, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

X.

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,

To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in—
What then? Why, nothing, only—
Stop interrupting then!

 

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X. “Whose Are The Little Beds,” I Asked
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X. “Whose Are The Little Beds,” I Asked

April 2, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

“Which in the valleys lie?”

VII. I Hide Myself Within My Flower
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VII. I Hide Myself Within My Flower

March 19, 2017March 18, 2017 benwdaltonImageLeave a comment

…that being littler than the rest…

My Nose-Rings Are For Captives
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My Nose-Rings Are For Captives

January 30, 2017February 1, 2017 benwdaltonImageLeave a comment

…Dim, long-imprisoned spies,…

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