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Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Could I but ride indefinite

by Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And no one visit me

And flirt all day with Buttercups
And marry whom I may
And dwell a little generally
Or better, run away

With no Police to follow
Or chase Him if He do
Till He should jump Peninsulas
To get away from me—

I said "But just to be a Bee"
Upon a Raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long
And anchor "off the bar"

What Liberty! So Captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.

All Is Vanity

by Bernard Barton

In childhood any toy
For one short hour amuses;
And all its store of joy
With its new lustre loses.

The boy keeps up the game
Just as the child began it;
For boyhood's joyous flame
Needs novelty to fan it.

The youth, when beauty's eye
First wakes the pulse of pleasure,
Thinks with a fruitless sigh
That he has found his treasure.

Existence further scan
In all succeeding stages,
View it in ripen'd man,
In hoary-headed sages—

What pleasure can it give
Unless it stoop to borrow,
And lead us on to live
On bliss to be-to-morrow?

What can this world bestow
That should enchain us to it?
Or compensate the woe
We bear who journey through it?

O man! if to this earth
Thy heart is wedded only,
Each hope that comes with mirth
Will leave thee twice as lonely:

And when that hope is gone
Thou shalt be all forsaken,
For having leant upon
A reed by each wind shaken.

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