Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
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To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
The bushes they were bells;
I could not find a privacy
From Nature's sentinels.
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The Leaves like Women interchange
Exclusive Confidence—
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He parts Himself—like Leaves—
And then—He closes up—
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