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 POEMS. 183

The smallest " robe " will fit me, And just a bit of " crown; " For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home.

I'm glad I don't believe it, For it would stop my breath, And I'd like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground.