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No Notice gave She, but a Change —

No Message, but a Sigh —

For Whom, the Time did not suffice

That She should specify.

She was not warm, though Summer shone

Nor scrupulous of cold

Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost

Upon Her Bosom piled —

Of shrinking ways — she did not fright

Though all the Village looked —

But held Her gravity aloft —

And met the gaze — direct —

And when adjusted like a Seed

In careful fitted Ground

Unto the Everlasting Spring

And hindered but a Mound

Her Warm return, if so she chose —

And We — imploring drew —

Removed our invitation by

As Some She never knew —

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