And Nothing coming but to-morrows!

Don't cheer me up. Please let me be.

—I have the Sorrows.

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Secrets

 have a secret to myself,

That no one else can see.

I hum it over to myself,

And no one hears but me.

—Something You don't know!

I knew long ago.—

And the more I never tell you it,

The more it gets to be.

It makes me feel as purry

As the Kitten on your knee.

It makes me feel as round and warm

As the Sparrow on that tree;

It makes me puff my feathers out

The way he puffs out his.—

And if you think I haven't one,

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