It made you feel like Wrinkles

All over you; and Cold.

It made you feel two hundred

And eighty-nine years old.

It was like being Homesick,

And Hurt; when no one Cares.

It was exactly like a Wreck;

And people smiled like Bears.

I thought that my own Mother

Had just—Forgotten me!

I thought that God had lost me,

Like a Penny in the Sea.

The Noise all seemed to grow and grow

And roar until it drowned me.—

And I could only say,—'I'm Lost.'...

And then, at last,—they Found me,

—They Found me!

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Polite Visitor

 feel polite, outside the door;

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