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Paper 4, Section A, Poetry
7. As imperceptibly as Grief 9
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25. The Wind - tapped like a tired Man - 28
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1. A Bird came down the Walk
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2. A Murmur in the Trees –– to note ––
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3. A narrow Fellow in the Grass
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4. A still –– Volcano –– Life
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5. After great pain, a formal feeling comes ––
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6. An awful Tempest mashed the air ––
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7. As imperceptibly as Grief
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away ––
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy ––
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon ––
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8. Because I could not stop for Death ––
Or rather –– He passed Us ––
The Dews drew quivering and Chill ––
For only Gossamer, my Gown ––
My Tippet ––only Tulle ––
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9, “Hope” is the thing with feathers ––
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10, I can wade Grief ––
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11, I cautious, scanned my little life ––
So I begin to ransack!
How is it Hearts, with Thee?
Art thou within the little Barn
Love provided Thee?
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12. I did not reach Thee
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13. I dreaded that first Robin, so,
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14. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
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15. I have a Bird in spring
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
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16. I have never seen “Volcanoes” ––
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17. I heard a Fly buzz –– when I died ––
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18. I measure every Grief I meet
(continued…)
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There’s Grief of Want –– and grief of Cold ––
A sort they call “Despair” ––
There’s Banishment from native Eyes ––
In sight of Native Air ––
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19. I’m Nobody! Who are you?
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20. It was not Death, for I stood up,
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21. My Life has stood –– a Loaded Gun ––
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22. One need not be a Chamber –– to be Haunted ––
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23. The Brain –– is wider than the Sky ––
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24. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants ––
As if it tarried always
And yet its whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay
And fleeter than a Tare ––
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25. The Wind –– tapped like a tired Man ––
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26. There came a Wind like a Bugle ––
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27. There’s a certain Slant of light,
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28. This World is not Conclusion.
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29. ‘Twas the old-road –– through pain ––
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30, What mystery pervades a well!
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31. Whose cheek is this?
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32. Wild Nights –– Wild Nights!
Rowing in Eden ––
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor –– Tonight ––
In Thee!
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