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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