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 Jan 2011 A
Emily Dickinson
54

If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
 Jan 2011 A
Sara Teasdale
Beyond the sleepy hills of Spain,
   The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
   Above a sea of amethyst.

Yet in the city of my love
   High noon burns all the heavens bare—
For him the happiness of light,
   For me a delicate despair.

— The End —