My first well Day - since many ill - I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands And see the things in Pod - A'blossom just - when I went in To take my Chance with pain - Uncertain if myself, or He, Should prove the strongest One.
The Summer deepened, while we strove - She put some flowers away - And Redder cheeked Ones - in their stead - A fond - illusive way -
To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried - As if before a Child To fade - Tomorrow - Rainbows held The Sepulchre, could hide.
She dealt a fashion to the Nut - She tied the Hoods to Seeds - She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about - And left Brazilian Threads
On every shoulder that she met - Then both her Hands of Haze Put up - to hide her parting Grace From our unfitted eyes.
My loss, by sickness - Was it Loss? Or that Ethereal Gain One earns by measuring the Grave - Then - measuring the Sun.
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