Includes bibliographical references (pages 48) and index
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Hope is the thing with feathers It's all I have to bring today I started early, took my dog I'm nobody! Who are you? I hide myself withing my flower I dwell in Possibility Will there really be a morning? I'll tell you how hte sun rose She sweeps with many-colored brooms I know some lonely houses off the road The moon was but a chin of gold Pink, small, and punctual His bill an auger is An everywhere of silver I like to see it lap the miles A fuzzy fellow without feet It sifts from leaden sieves A narrow fellow in the grass Dear March, come in! Bee, I'm expecting you! The grass so little has to do A bird came down the walk The bee is not afraid of me A soft sea washed around the house To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee The pedigree of honey Forbidden fruit a flavor has The wind begun to rock the grass The morns are meeker than they were I have not told my garden yet My river rns to thee I never saw a moor There is no frigate like a book If I can stop one heart from breaking A word is dead In this short life
