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By anonymous<\/strong><\/p>\n 93<\/p>\n I felt apology were due The pillow of this daring head His character a tonic, LII New children play upon the green, LIII Dear to the moss, 94<\/p>\n Bold little beauty, (With the first Arbutus.)<\/p>\n LIV The red upon the hill The breaking of the day LV By anonymous 93 I felt apology were due To an insulted sky, Whose pompous frown was nutriment To their temerity. The pillow of this daring head Is pungent evergreens; His larder \u2014 terse and militant \u2014 Unknown, refreshing things; His character a tonic, His future a dispute; Unfair an immortality That leaves this neighbor out....<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5567,"featured_media":122,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-127","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-pages"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5567"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":128,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions\/128"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.smith.edu\/emilydashes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTo an insulted sky,
\nWhose pompous frown was nutriment
\nTo their temerity.<\/p>\n
\nIs pungent evergreens;
\nHis larder \u2014 terse and militant \u2014
\nUnknown, refreshing things;<\/p>\n
\nHis future a dispute;
\nUnfair an immortality
\nThat leaves this neighbor out.<\/p>\n
\nNEW feet within my garden go,
\nNew fingers stir the sod;
\nA troubadour upon the elm
\nBetrays the solitude.<\/p>\n
\nNew weary sleep below;
\nAnd still the pensive spring returns,
\nAnd still the punctual snow!<\/p>\n
\nPINK, small, and punctual,
\nAromatic, low,
\nCovert in April,
\nCandid in May,<\/p>\n
\nKnown by the knoll,
\nNext to the robin
\nIn every human soul.<\/p>\n
\nBedecked with thee.
\nNature forswears
\nAntiquity.<\/p>\n
\nTHE murmur of a bee
\nA witchcraft yieldeth me.
\nIf any ask me why,
\n‘Twere easier to die
\nThan tell.<\/p>\n
\nTaketh away my will;
\nIf anybody sneer,
\nTake care, for God is here,
\nThat’s all.<\/p>\n
\nAddeth to my degree;
\nIf any ask me how,
\nArtists, who drew me so,
\nMust tell!<\/p>\n
\nMegan, you’d like to buy a flower?
\nBut I could never sell.
\nIf you would like to borrow
\nUntil the daffodil<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"