To climb a dizzy hill.

Waist deep in laurel, where wood birds

Gyrate and mock and trill.{41}

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Where even timid walkers’ steps

Unloose great rocks that hurl,

Delightedly, to depths I feared

When I was “little girl.”

Grant me one free unbounded day

Wherein I may explore,

The land where dream folks’ houses shed

Moon dazzle from the door.

Oh! riotous day detain my steps

Clasp me from this mist whirl

And let me live the dreams I dreamed

When I was “little girl.”

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My Old House and the Weather

I GROW so very weary

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