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Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.

Alice Cary

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Alice Cary
Age: 50 †
Born: 1820
Born: April 26
Died: 1871
Died: February 12
Author
Novelist
Poet
Suffragist
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Alice Cary
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Spring
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With hand on the spade and heart in the sky Dress the ground and till it Turn in the little seed, brown and dry, Turn out the golden millet. Work, and your house shall be duly fed: Work, and rest shall be won I hold that a man had better be dead Than alive when his work is done.
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I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream, And a hundred streams are the same as one And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream And what is it all, when all is done? The net of the fisher the burden breaks, And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.
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Desolate--Life is so dreary and desolate-- Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan-- Holding and having its brief exultation-- Making its lonesome and low lamentation-- Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.
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The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow / Calling and crying the while for grace, - / 'Some other time, and some other place / Oh, not to-day not now!
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