The bustle in a house

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.

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ENOUGH - God gave a loaf to every bird

God gave a loaf to every bird, / But just a crumb to me;

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If I may have it when it's dead

If I may have it when it's dead / I will contented be;

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There's been a death in the opposite house

There's been a death in the opposite house / As lately as to-day.

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THE GRASS - The grass so little has to do

The grass so little has to do, -- / A sphere of simple green,

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