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I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl

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I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -
Life's little duties do - precisely -
As the very least
Were infinite - to me -

I put new Blossoms in the Glass -
And throw the old - away -
I push a petal from my gown
That anchored there - I weigh
The time 'twill be till six o'clock
I have so much to do -
And yet - Existence - some way back -
Stopped - struck - my tickling - through -
We cannot put Ourself away
As a completed Man
Or Woman - When the Errand's done
We came to Flesh - upon -
There may be - Miles on Miles of Nought -
Of Action - sicker far -
To simulate - is stinging work -
To cover what we are
From Science-and from Surgery -
Too Telescopic Eyes
To bear on us unshaded -
For their - sake - not for Ours -
'Twould start them -
We - could tremble -
But since we got a Bomb -
And held it in our Bosom -
Nay - Hold it - it is calm -

Therefore - we do life's labor -
Though life's Reward - be done -
With scrupulous exactness -
To hold our Senses - on -